Of Our Hurts We Make Monuments Of

Literature, Art, Like Civilization Itself, Are Only Accidents.

I Could Eat Your Heart & Asshole You'd Never Know It.

Like All Virtuous People He Imagines He Must Speak The Truth.

Most People Think That A Widow Is Inhabiting Some Elegiac World Of - It's Like Mozart's 'requiem Mass.' You Know, It's Very Beautiful And Elevated Thoughts And Some Measure Of Dignity. I Didn't Have That Experience At All. I Had One Pratfall After Another.

Ultimately, We Measure Ourselves Against Our Own Ideas Of Idealism And Perfection, And We Don't Always Come Very Close To Them.