I'm conditioned to know that I'm gonna fuck something up, so I go into anything that makes me feel truly vulnerable with an acknowledgment that it may be temporary, or I may be limited in my ability to fulfill this really big thing that doesn't require me to be sharp or witty or dexterous. It requires me to be fucking naive and simple and nice and reliable. I worry about it, because I'm better at: make a joke and leave.

Never be afraid of not knowing. Find out.

I'm turned on by guys who are cultured. That'll keep me intrigued. They don't have to have a single degree, but they should speak other languages or know things about other parts of the world or history or certain artists or musicians. I like to be taught. I like to sit on that side of the table.

But then arises the doubt, can the mind of man, which has, as I fully believe been developed from a mind as low as that possessed by the lowest animal, be trusted when it draws such grand conclusions?

You see things and you say 'Why?' But I dream things that never were and I say 'Why not?'

First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.