Think of spoiled cat food and ulcerated cankers and expired donor organs. That's how beautiful she looks.

I'm a toxic waste byproduct of God's creation.

Every generation wants to be the last. Every generation hates the next trend in music they can't understand. We hate to give up those reins of our culture. To find our own music playing in elevators. The ballad for our revolution, turned into background music for a television commercial. To find our generation's clothes and hair suddenly retro.

Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.

There are a lot of things we don't want to know about the people we love.

Maybe the only thing each of us can see is our own shadow. Carl Jung called this his shadow work. He said we never see others. Instead we see only aspects of ourselves that fall over them. Shadows. Projections. Our associations. The same way old painters would sit in a tiny dark room and trace the image of what stood outside a tiny window, in the bright sunlight. The camera obscura. Not the exact image, but everything reversed or upside down.

All the effort in the world won't matter if you're not inspired.