Nothing Is Ever Behind Us.

What Twisted People We Are. How Simple We Seem, Or At Least Pretend To Be In Front Of Others, And How Twisted We Are Deep Down. How Paltry We Are And How Spectacularly We Contort Ourselves Before Our Own Eyes, And The Eyes Of Others...and All For What? To Hide What? To Make People Believe What?

If Life Is Misery, Why Do We Endure It?

There's No Place On Earth With More Dumb Girls Per Square Foot Than A College In California.

You Have To Know How To Look Even If You Don't Know What You're Looking For.

Literature + Illness = Illness