We kind of deny the stages of life.
Rant would tell people: 'You're a different human being to everybody you meet.
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake... This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.
Sundays tend to be a day where just I do nothing but visit people. It's kind of like trick-or-treating.
Going to work just looked crazy. Eating another meal, ever, made about as much sense as planting tulip bulbs in the shadow of a falling atom bomb.