What do you do with what you're given, and how do you transform it into something worthwhile?

We don't think of ourselves as being perfectionists, really. To us it's more about desperately trying to have it sound more or less OK.

Now why the hell would I want to increase the volume of my ejaculation ? They can already hear me in the apartment next door.

I don't think you can escape the environment we live in now.

When you get a groove going, time flies.

I tried to grow up. Honest. Didn’t quite happen. I guess I’m someone for whom youth still seems more real than the present, or the half century in between. And why not? I'm deeply underwhelmed by most contemporary art, literature, music, films, TV, the heinous little phones, money talk, real estate talk, all that stuff. The Internet, which at first seemed so fascinating, appears to be evolving into something even worse than TV, but we'll see.

I had a dream that Britney Spears rubbed her breasts in my face and Jennifer Lopez gave me head while Salma Hayek sucked my toes and the Olsen twins videotaped everything. I would have kept dreaming it, too, if I hadn't set off the smoke detector.