I Know Exactly How That

This Is What Happens When You Go Against The Grain Of Truth. You Get Splinters Later On.

New York City Is A Place Where You Can Lock Yourself Up In Your Little Studio Apartment, And Not Go Outside At All, And Not Feel In The Slightest Guilty About It.

Bad News Should Be Followed With Soup. Then A Nap.

The Past Doesn't Haunt Us, We Haunt The Past.

I Couldn't Help But Think, This Car Is Taking Me To A Mental Hospital And My Mother Is Treating It Like Open-mic Night At A Greenwich Village Café.