In the depths of the night, fear grips my heart. It paralyzes my mind. But most of all, I feel very, very alone
Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.
I always wanted to be somebody, but now I realize I should have been more specific.
If truth is beauty, how come no one has their hair done in the library?
If you read a lot of books you are considered well read. But if you watch a lot of TV, you're not considered well viewed.
Maybe if people started to listen, history would stop repeating itself.