I Can Write Pretty Much Anywhere.

I Really Wish They Hadn't Made The Set Out Of Asbestos.

Your Turn Has Come To Sift Through The Dreck Of Humanity For Rare Specks Of Originality

I Pass Through Many Me's In The Course Of My Day, Each One Selfish With His Time. The Lying-in-bed Me And The Enjoying-the-hot-shower Me Are Particularly Selfish. The Late Me Loathes The Pair Of Them.

Our Lives Are Not Our Own. We Are Bound To Others, Past And Present, And By Each Crime And Every Kindness, We Birth Our Future.

Perhaps All Human Interaction Is About Wanting And Getting.