When I lose weight I realize that it's like car keys, eventually I'll find it again.
It’s odd the things you remember when you’re trying to forget.
I’m not feeling well, I think I’m coming down with a touch of Alzheimer’s.
I look at all of my friends aging and am grateful that I myself am chronologically immune
When it comes to having insight, I’m myopic
I am so badly broken I feel like a big mosaic. Like one of those murals that hover over the nave of a church, complete with all the gilt and guilt but none of the promise of salvation.
I wish I could paint with the technical proficiency of Norman Rockwell....so I could parody him.
When Atlas finally puts the world down maybe we can all rest; maybe things will stop spinning just for a moment.
