Where I'm is one of those stair climbing machines the agent has installed. You climb and climb forever and never get off the ground. You're trapped in your hotel room. It's the mystical sweat love lodge experience of our time, the only sort of Indian vision quest we can schedule into our daily planner.Our Stair Master to Heaven.

It's pathetic how we can't live with the things we can't understand. How we need everything labeled and explained and deconstructed.

You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.

What you forget when you're planning a hijack by yourself is somewhere along the line, you might need to neglect your hostages just long enough so you can use the bathroom.

After you hear even the shortest great story, it should fill you with a little bit of fear.

He was the kind of boy any young girl should date while she's still able to recover.

Just let yourself be broken and humiliated. Just your whole life, keep telling people, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.