Time Is The Speed At Which The

Time Is What Stops History Happening At Once; Time Is The Speed At Which The Past Disappears.

The Mind Has A Mind Of Its Own. It Shows Us Pictures. Pictures Of The Past And The Might-one-day-be. This Mind's Mind Exerts Its Own Will, Too, And Has Its Own Voice.

People Are Obscenities. Would Rather Be Music Than Be A Mass Of Tubes Squeezing Semisolids Around Itself For A Few Decades Before Becoming So Dribblesome It'll No Longer Function.

I Love Hbo Productions, Actually, Like 'the Wire.'

Writing Is Such A Damn Lonely Sickness.