I am this fiery snail crawling home.

I had no Freedom. I had nothing.

I like the way Mahler wandered about in his music and still retained his passion. He must have looked like an earthquake walking down the street.

Potential," I said, "doesn't mean a thing. You've got to do it. Almost every baby in a crib has more potential than I have.

New Year's Eve always terrifies me.

love iz a big fat turkey and every day iz thanksgiving

And there I was, 225 pounds, perpetually lost and confused, short legs, ape-like upper body, all chest, no neck, head too large, blurred eyes, hair uncombed, 6 feet of geek, waiting for her.