I think of my body as a side effect of my mind. Like a thought I had once that manifested itself-- Oops! Oh no! Manifested. Look at this. Now we have to buy clothes and everything.

I mean, most fun things are bad for you in one way or another.

Still, the word "boyfriend" starts to sound pathetic after age 30.

Part of my gestalt is that I still feel a little bit like a wallflower. Even in my own life. I talk about myself behind my back.

Everything is negotiable. Whether or not the negotiation is easy is another thing.

No motive is pure. No one is good or bad-but a hearty mix of both. And sometimes life actually gives to you by taking away.

I have a second dog, too, mainly for security.