Sharon spilled coffee on my new shirt while we were in the lounge this morning. I told her it was fine and we had a good laugh about the whole thing. If she does it again I'll stab her in the fucking throat with my pen.
She's a good kid.

She looks like a bloodhound in front of a wind mill.

The unplanned organism is a question asked by nature and answered by death. You are a different kind of question, with a different kind of answer.

You know, there are test subjects in Africa who don't even have monitors in their test chambers. Why don't you think of that before you break any more of them?

Give yourself time. Ideas'll come. Life'll shake you, roll you, maybe embrace you. The music'll find you.