Yeah. Well. Whatever. You Can't Teach God

Someday You Will Die, And Until You Know That, You're Useless To Me.

At First, The New Owner Pretends He Never Looked At The Living Room Floor.

When I See People Talking On The Internet About Me Or My Work It's Almost Always More A Description Of Themselves And So I Never Really Think Of Myself As Anything More Than Just Who I Always Was.

I Can Become Someone Else, Not Out Of Pressure And Desperation, But Merely Because A New Life Sounds Fun Or Interesting Or Joyful.

The Only Reason Why We Ask Other People How Their Weekend Was Is So We Can Tell Them About Our Own Weekend.