But the world did not match the picture in my head, and instead I was with a strange, uncombed person, overlooking a sea without water and a forest without trees.

There are those who say that life is like a book, with chapters for each event in your life and a limited number of pages on which you can spend your time. But I prefer to think that a book is like a life, particularly a good one, which is well to worth staying up all night to finish.

Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily.

Accidents happen all the time.

If you are trying to fool a farsighted or dimwitted person, a veiled facial disguise might be enough.

What do your parents know, about surviving?

You know I want to be a director, but you could never truly see the movies in my head and that, Ed, is why we broke up.