I can never get anywhere in life because every time an interviewer asks, “where do you want to be in ten years?” I always end up decomposing in an unmarked hole in the woods.

I think she's trying to tell me something. She’s crying, you know.

Well, yeah, she's always crying.

I find that she is most herself when she is alone.

She curls herself up in corners and hides in closets while everyone else is distracted.