He's dreaming, Cloquet thought, as he stood over him, revolver in hand. He's dreaming, and I exist in reality. Cloquet hated reality but realized it was still the only place to get a good steak.
My films are therapy for my debilitating depression. In institutions people weave baskets. I make films.
My one regret in life is that I am not someone else.
Harvard makes mistakes too, you know. Kissinger taught there.
When we played softball, I'd steal second base, feel guilty and go back.
When I was in school I cheated on my metaphysics exam I looked into the soul of the boy sitting next to me.
He's a genius, she's a genius, wow, you know alot of geniuses, you should meet some stupid people sometime, you might learn something.
Never shoot up in the air when you're standing under it.
His lack of education is more than compensated for by his keenly developed moral bankruptcy.