I Think Living The Blessed

And If You Ever Do A Survey, You'll Find That People Prefer Illusion To Reality, Ten To One. Twenty, Even.

I Notice When I'm On These Trips, I Read Like Mad. It's The Only Thing That Seems To Center Me, Bring Me Back To Remembering Who I Am. Or Forgetting Who I Am!

Make Notes—i’ve Lost More Material Than I’ve Ever Written. Contrary To Popular Opinion, It’s Not Still Up There In One’s Brain. It’s In Outer Space And It Ain’t Coming Back.

It's Always Obvious To Me When Someone Is Looking At Me With An Idea Of Who I Am And Hoping That That's The Person I'm Going To Be. No Matter How Subtle It Is, It's There, And You Want To Give Them Who They Really Want. But It Ain't Me.

Haven't Lost Your Sense Of Humor After All But Your Sense Of Identity Is What Seems To Have Been Misplaced. No. Wrong. You Don't Lose What You Never Had.