Fertility says, "Can you relax and just let things happen?" I ask, does she mean, like disasters, like pain, like misery? Can I just let all that happen? "And Joy," she says, "and Serenity, and Happiness, and Contentment." She says all the wings of the Columbia Memorial Mausoleum. "You don't have to control everything," she says. "You can't control everything." But you can be ready for disaster. A sign goes by saying, Buckle Up. "If you worry about disaster all of the time, that's what you are going to get," Fertility says.

A comedy ends with a wedding, and a tragedy ends with a funeral: you always have to juxtapose sex and death.

Find value in what we've been taught is worthless.

Her mom and dad are both doctors and want her to follow her dream, not turn out the way they have, no matter how much it costs them.

Most times, it's just a lot easier not to let the world know what's wrong.

People have to really suffer before they can risk doing what they love.

You grow up to become living proof of your parents' limitations. Their less-than masterpiece.