But how entirely I live in my imagination; how completely depend upon spurts of thought, coming as I walk, as I sit; things churning up in my mind and so making a perpetual pageant, which is to be my happiness.

You can't measure time the way you measure the distance between two points.

SLUTS doesn't deserve gentle treatment, just drop a coin and her legs will start to open.

To survive painful beliefs and feelings, we often mask them with anger. That way, we don’t have to feel the shame behind it.

Written By Neil Strauss

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