So Much Working, Reading, Thinking, Living To

Not Being Perfect Hurts.

The Only Reason I Remembered This Play Was Because It Had A Mad Person In It, And Everything I Had Ever Read About Mad People Stuck In My Mind, While Everything Else Flew Out.

Eternity Bores Me, I Never Wanted It.

You Walked In, Laughing, Tears Welling Confused, Mingling In Your Throat. How Can You Be So Many Women To So Many People, Oh You Strange Girl?

I Love My Rejection Slips. They Show Me I Try.