I think we're starved for a life of the senses. We're in the garage, we're in the car, we drive to work, we're in a windowless cubicle that's gray and beige. In a way, it's funny that we consider ourselves an advanced culture, because people who live in so-called primitive environments still enjoy the richness of the smells, colors, and sounds of our world. We all crave that.

her scruffy innoscense to impregnate with his dreams. reason was seductive, it gave the appearance of truth

In our exterior life, we can be only one person. But in our imagination, we can be anyone, anywhere.

She laughed so easily when she was happy. But also when she was sad.

she was such a bad actress. she never said her lines rite, it was something perverse in her nature. and wat was her line anyway?

Take my advice. Stay away from all broken people.

Depression, suffering and anger are all part of being human.