For Star Wars, They Had

I Hate Caviar. Ugh! The Freebase Of Food!

I Was Born Imagining Myself With An Apron On, With Pies Cooling On The Window Sill And Babies Crying Upstairs. I Thought That All That Stuff Would Somehow Anchor Me To The Planet, That It Was The Weight I Needed To Keep From Just Flying Off Into Space.

I Did Masses Of Opiates Religiously.

I'll Never Be Known For My Work With Boundaries.

Sometimes I Feel Like I've Got My Nose Pressed Up Against The Window Of A Bakery, Only I'm The Bread.