I Hate Actors. They Never Act Like

The Rest, With Very Little Exaggeration, Was Books. Meant-to-be-picked-up Books. Permanently-left-behind Books. Uncertain-what-to-do-with Books. But Books, Books. Tall Cases Lined Three Walls Of The Room, Filled To And Beyond Capacity. The Overflow Had Been Piled In Stacks On The Floor. There Was Little Space Left For Walking, And None Whatever For Pacing.

God, I Wish You Could Have Been There.

We Don't Talk, We Hold Forth. We Don't Converse, We Expound.

I Just Never Felt So Fantastically Rocky In My Entire Life.

He Said I Was Unequipped To Meet Life Because I Had No Sense Of Humor.