My part of the game is that I must live the best I can.
If it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it.
I walked around the block twice, passed 200 people and failed to see a human being.
I walk into the kitchen, look at the typer down there on the floor. It's a dirty floor. It's a dirty typer that types dirty stories
Are you becoming what you've always hated?
nobody ever finds the one