I Tried To Make Meat Loaf Out

If You Start Looking At Movies On A Moral Level - "i Don't Like That, That Hurts, That's Mean, That's Bad" - Then I Don't Even Want To Talk To You. Or Like, Someone That Says "i Don't Like Science-fiction Movies," Or "i Don't Want To Sit Through A Western," Or "i Don't Like Violence In Movies," Then I Completely Tune Out.

I Feel I'm Moving Toward As Well As Away From Something, And Anything Is Possible.

I Want To Take You Away From This," I Say, Motioning Around The Kitchen, Spastic. "from Sushi And Elves And... Stuff.

Is Evil Something You Are? Or Is It Something You Do?

When We Sat Down To Eat I Took Inventory Of The People In The Room, And The Remnants Of My Good Mood Evaporated When I Realized How Very Little I Had In Common With Them – The Career Dads, The Responsible And Diligent Moms – And I Was Soon Filled With Dread And Loneliness. I Locked In On The Smug Feeling Of Superiority That Married Couples Give Off And That Permeated The Air – The Shared Assumptions, The Sweet And Contented Apathy, It All Lingered Everywhere – Despite The Absence In The Room Of Anyone Single At Which To Aim This.