Something Changed. Somewhere Along The Line You

You Have Friends Who Actually Care About You And Speak The Language Of The Inner Self. You Have Avoided Them Of Late. Your Soul Is As Disheveled As Your Apartment, And Until You Can Clean It Up A Little You Don't Want To Invite Anyone Inside.

Reading A Novel Is Just A Much More Involving And Intimate Experience Than The Act Of Watching A Film. I Mean, You Literally Get Inside Of A Novelist's Head, And You Invest Many Hours To Do So.

There Is A Shabby Nobility In Failing All By Yourself.

Everything Becomes Symbol And Irony When You've Been Betrayed

I Think Men Talk To Women So They Can Sleep With Them And Women Sleep With Men So They Can Talk To Them.