The year I began to say vahz instead of vase, a man I barely knew nearly accidentally killed me.

I get rational when I panic.

Good leaders being scarce, following yourself is allowed.

Look at me. My concerns-are they spiritual, do you think, or carnal? Come on. We've read our Shakespeare.

Just because you have stopped sinking doesn't mean you're not still underwater.

I would like to go for a ride with you, have you take me to stand before a river in the dark where hundreds of lightning bugs blink this code in sequence: right here, nowhere else! Right now, never again!

I am not quite myself, I think.But who here is quite himself? And yet there is a way in which we are all more ourselves than ever, I suppose.