A thing is a thing, not what is said of that thing.
I have to come out of the closet of the third person and speak in a more direct way.
Ours is a society in which secrets of private life that, formerly, you would have given nearly anything to conceal, you now clamor to get on a television show to reveal.
My skull is crammed with quotations.
Never worry about being obsessive. I like obsessive people. Obsessive people make great art
But I cannot forgive those who did not care about more than their own glory or well-being. They thought they were civilized. They were despicable. Damn them all.