A shadow of a reflection of an image of an illusion.

That’s the American Dream: to make your life into something you can sell.

some soap opera, you know, real people pretending to be fake people with made-up problems being watched by real people to forget their real problems.

Also consider that someday, when you’re dead and rotted, kids with their baby teeth will sit in their time-geography class and laugh about how stupid you were.

Someday you will die, and until you know that, you're useless to me.

A minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection.

I disconnect the telephone to keep the outside world in it's correct place.