These moments, these moments, these moments.

You've had lovers, do you think about them?, are we not supposed to think about them?, then what are we to think about?, it's 6:30 AM.

Writing is a terrible thing.

Sitting alone in a room.

Talking to yourself.

One woman is more dangerous than a tumen of men.

I got a new ring. It's made of solid gold, covered in plastic.

It looks just like a plastic ring, but mine's made of solid gold.

Words, like life, have no meaning.