I'm Quite Illiterate, But I Read A

If I Were A Piano Player, I'd Play It In The Goddam Closet.

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

The Connection Was So Bad, And I Couldn’t Talk At All During Most Of The Call. How Terrible It Is When You Say I Love You And The Person At The Other End Shouts Back ‘what?

People Never Think Anything Is Anything Really. I'm Getting Goddam Sick Of It.

You Can't Stop A Teacher When They Want To Do Something. They Just Do It.