Love Is A Skill You Learn.

Let's All Embrace Someone Near Us. Pick Someone Special To You. Tell This Someone How You Feel.

I'm Sorry If This All Seems A Little Rushed And Desperate. It Is.

The Girl Is Infectious Human Waste, And She's Confused And Afraid To Commit To The Wrong Thing And So She Won't Commit To Anything.

Telling Some Stories, Miss Leroy Says, Is Committing Suicide.

All Major Publishing Houses Have These Big Fat Biographies Sitting There, Waiting For People To Die. All You Have To Do Is Slap On The End And Put In On The Market. It's That Kind Of Commoditization And Completion Of Your Life Before You Die - And This Kind Of Imposition Of A Public Idea Of Self That Replaces The Actual Living Self - That I Find So Frightening.