Tidiness Makes Me Think Of Held Breath,

Hope Begins In The Dark.

Forgiveness Is Giving Up All Hope Of Having Had A Better Past.

Getting Into A New Relationship Is Like Pouring Miracle-gro On Your Character Defects.

Perfection Is Shallow, Unreal, And Fatally Uninteresting.

You Try To Sit Down At Approximately The Same Time Every Day. This Is How You Train Your Unconscious To Kick In For You Creatively. ... You Put A Piece Of Paper In The Typewriter, Or You Turn On Your Computer And Bring Up The Right File. ... You Begin Rocking, Just A Little At First, And Then Like A Huge Autistic Child. ... Then Your Mental Illnesses Arrive At The Desk Like Your Sickest, Most Secretive Relatives. And They Pull Up Chairs In A Semicircle Around The Computer, And They Try To Be Quiet But You Know They Are There With Their Weird Coppery Breath, Leering At You Behind Your Back.