I Have Scars On My Hands From

The Existence Of God, The Why Of Life, Was All That Really Only A Question Of Glands?

Its Really Hard To Be Roommates With People If Your Suitcases Are Much Better Than Theirs.

You Can't Exist In This World With Such Strong Likes And Dislikes.

Money Always Ends Up Making You Blue.

I'm Not Afraid To Compete. It's Just The Opposite. Don't You See That? I'm Afraid I Will Compete — That's What Scares Me. That's Why I Quit The Theatre Department. Just Because I'm So Horribly Conditioned To Accept Everybody Else's Values, And Just Because I Like Applause And People To Rave About Me, Doesn't Make It Right. I'm Ashamed Of It. I'm Sick Of It. I'm Sick Of Not Having The Courage To Be An Absolute Nobody. I'm Sick Of Myself And Everybody Else That Wants To Make Some Kind Of A Splash.