It Was Almost Enough To Make Me

I Enjoyed Watching Good-looking Idiots Looking At Each Other. A Great Spectator Sport.

It's Terrible To Have To Depend On Someone Else.

A Man Who Discovers His Pants Are On Fire Tends To Have Very Little Time To Worry About Somebody Else's Box Of Matches

I Nodded With Genuine Synthetic Sympathy.

I Had Become A Perfect Fake Human, Saying The Stupid And Pointless Things That Humans Say To Each Other All Day Long.