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"Asides from today's wind-chill factor, what else might you consider all your parents' fault?"

'So what if people are watching you. Aren't you also looking at them?'

"Soul searching? Yes, you could call it that."

"I dunno, I guess I just don't believe in myself anymore."

"Don't you think it's time we talked about Operation Doug?"

"Let me slip into something a little more thoughtful."

"That's our house, that's Mommy going to work, and that's you, staring out the window, wondering where it all went wrong."

"What was I thinking?!"

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'Let's start out with cliches and pithy slogans - and work our way up to wisdom ...OK?'

"He's his own worst enemy."

Pastorius wonders why.

That midnight hour when fleeting memories come home to roost.

"Ever feel like even when you're barking at something you're still barking at nothing?"

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That party went well.

"Are all Brits bisexual, or just the ones who publish their diaries?"

"Talking to your own reflection? Even your imagination is pathetic."

Don Quixote is Caged (Don Quixote).

"I could catch a bicyclist, well maybe not a bicyclist, but I could catch a jogger, definitely."

"I'm the bad guy..."

"Existentialist Trail. Get lost then found. Nietzsche Park System"

Maximilian could see far away places,but he never told anyone.

'I think I just had an epiphany. How do I make it go away?'

Euripides: 'If we could be twice young and twice old, we could correct all our mistakes.'

The dangerous world of the armchair thinker

"Sitting here with you each day at sunset reminds me I have to get a job."

"Winter is not a season, it's an occupation. Sinclair Lewis, boy, Sinclair Lewis."

"I feel like I don’t even know my own husband ... and it’s driving me wild!"

"Is this who I am?"

"Now that I've solved all my problems, I think I'm ready to create more"

"I haven't felt that overwhelming urge to create, but then again I haven't felt much of anything lately."

"All a cat CAN do is strive for authenticity."

Et in Arcadia Ego