I'm Not Good At Small Talk; I'm

I Am Not Quite Myself, I Think.but Who Here Is Quite Himself? And Yet There Is A Way In Which We Are All More Ourselves Than Ever, I Suppose.

In My Head There's A Broken Balcony I Fall Off Of When I Speak.

I Exaggerated Even Before I Began To Exaggerate, Because It's True — Nothing Is Ever Quite As Bad As It Could Be.

All Those Years On The Psychiatrist's Couch And Suddenly The Couch Is Moving. Good God, She Is On That Couch When The Big One Hits. Maidy Didn't Tell You, But You Know What Her Doctor Said? She Sprang From The Couch And Said, "my God, Was That An Earthquake?" The Doctor Said This: "did It Feel Like An Earthquake To You?

He Wondered How We Know That What Happens To Us Isn't Good.