I'm working harder than I have ever worked in my entire life, but what the hell, my life is my job now, and my job is my life and that's the way it should be.

Nobody's told me anything to date that I've been completely reviled by.

We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it's our job to invent something better.

People have to deal with their issues together; they have to expose themselves and kind of exhaust themselves.

It's my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exist. My cowardice enables atrocities.

What kind of dining set defines me as a person?

Yes, I kidnapped that Lindberg baby.