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Believe It Or Not, Perhaps I Don't Show It Much, Or Well, But I Think I Like People.

There's An Undeniable Pleasure In Stepping Into An Open-top Sports Car Driven By A Beautiful Woman. It Feels Like You're Climbing Into A Metaphor.

People Are More Open About Seeking Help These Days. They Recognise The Fact That The Alternative To Having A Shrink Is That You Bore Your Friends Stupid. So I Figured That I Might As Well Give Someone 100 Bucks An Hour To Hear My Woes. At Least Someone Can Make A Living Out Of Listening To My Tedious Problems.

I Don't Like The Act Of Talking; It Makes Me Slightly Light-headed.

People Will Survive, And They Will Find Happiness. Happiness Only Comes When You're Not Looking For It.