With the Internet, the greatest disseminator of bad data and bad information the universe has ever known, it's become impossible to trust any news from any source at all, because it's filtered through this crazy yenta gossip line. It's impossible to know anything.

I am not one of these people who instantly takes umbrage when he's corrected or - I love being corrected.

If you let the image of the messenger get in the way of whatever message there may be, however large or small, that's your problem, not his.

I see all. I hear all. I know all. And I spend a great deal of time in the bathroom.

The ability to dream is all I have to give. That is my responsibility; that is my burden. And even I grow tired.

We walked for some time, and grew to know each other, as best as we'd allow. These are some of the high points. They lack continuity. I don't apologize. I merely pointed it out, adding with some truth, I feel, that most liaisons lack continuity. We find ourselves in odd places at various times, and for a brief span we link our lives to others and then, our time elapsed, we move apart. Through a haze of pain occasionally, usually through a veil of memory that clings, then passes, sometimes as though we have never touched.

I have no mouth. And I must scream.