Waiting, done at really high speeds, will frequently look like something else.

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.

He doesn't move his face when he talks. His eyes are like shark eyes. Dead.

Running for office is the least aerobic of the socially interactive sports.

Certainly there are people who like me, but then there are those who don't know me who gossip about me. You can't believe the things I've heard.

Sometimes you can only find Heaven by slowly backing away from Hell.

I get lots of awards for being mentally ill. Apparently, I am better at being mentally ill than almost anything else I've ever done. Seriously - I have a shelf of awards for being bipolar.