I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty... you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.
How do you know you're going to do something, untill you do it?
If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late? Nobody.
I am a kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.
An artist's only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else's.
I'm sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.
I don't exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it.
The worst thing that being an artist could do to you would be that it would make you slightly unhappy constantly.
I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.
I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life.
It was a very stupid thing to do, I'll admit, but I hardly didn't even know I was doing it.
It's funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they'll do practically anything you want them to.
Mothers are all slightly insane.
All morons hate it when you call them a moron.
Its really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs.
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