Driving A Motorcycle Is Like

It's A Terrible Thing, I Think, In Life To Wait Until You're Ready. I Have This Feeling Now That Actually No One Is Ever Ready To Do Anything. There Is Almost No Such Thing As Ready. There Is Only Now. And You May As Well Do It Now. Generally Speaking, Now Is As Good A Time As Any.

They, All Of Them, Work Incredibly Hard To Make Me Seem Clever And Heroic, Neither Of Which I Am.

It Was The Sheer Variety Of The Pain That Stopped Me From Crying Out. It Came From So Many Places, Spoke So Many Languages, Wore So Many Dazzling Varieties Of Ethnic Costume, That For A Full Fifteen Seconds I Could Only Hang My Jaw In Amazement.

I Don't Talk Like House, Or Walk Like Him. I Certainly Don't Think Like Him. I Don't Like To Think For More Than 15 Minutes At A Stretch Actually; I Am A Fragile Flower.

We Put This 15-year Old Girl On The Cover Of A Fashion Magazine, And Tell Everyone She Is The Epitome Of Sexual Perfection, But We Jail Anyone Who Touches Her For Another Three Years.