This Is Less Teaching Than Damage Control.

Everything Is A Self-portrait. A Diary. Your Whole Drug History’s In A Strand Of Your Hair. Your Fingernails. The Forensic Details. The Lining Of Your Stomach Is A Document. The Calluses On Your Hand Tell All Your Secrets. Your Teeth Give You Away. Your Accent. The Wrinkles Around Your Mouth And Eyes. Everything You Do Shows Your Hand.

You Spend Your Entire Life Becoming God And Then You Die.

Every Woman Is Just A Different Kind Of Problem.

I Have A Lot Of Money.

Maybe The Truth Is I Really Want To Like You Instead.