I dreamed I went to work naked, which was very disturbing because I don’t have a job.

My life is like a prom dress: I don’t know if it works or if it’s a disaster.

My mind used to be sodden. Now it is a sieve.

Today’s activities feel as pointless as setting a corpse’s coif with hairspray.

I am listening to rain and birdsong.

No reality but in the mind.

The inspired create the pseudo-effect of inspiration in the uninspired.

Behind every malady a tragedy.

If too many people start to like what you are doing, you’d better do something else.