You Wouldn't Believe That So Much Could

I'm Very Good At The Past. It's The Present I Can't Understand.

For Alarmingly Large Chunks Of An Average Day, I Am A Moron.

One Thing About Great Art: It Made You Love People More, Forgive Them Their Petty Transgressions. It Worked In The Way That Religion Was Supposed To, If You Thought About It.

I Hate Time. It Never Does What You Want It To.

But Then, That Was The Trouble With Relationships Generally. They Had Their Own Temperature And There Was No Thermostat.