These days, most of the people you hear laughing are dead.

Deliver me from Swedish furniture. Deliver me from clever art. And the phone rang and Tyler answered. "If you don't know what you want," the doorman said, "you end up with a lot you don't." May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect. Deliver me, Tyler, from being perfect and complete.

Folks build a reputation by attacking you while you’re alive - or praising you after you ain’t.

Each wedding picture was less of a memento than a scar. Proof of some horror movie scenario Katherine Kenton has survived.

Or maybe...just maybe this whole process is our training wheels towards something bigger. If we can reflect and know our lives, we might stay awake and shape our futures.

So here I am. This is as good as it gets. Take it or leave it.

You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past.