Everybody in my band is married, pretty much, and have lives at home, and I don't want them to be away from their families so long that they just start to feel psychotic. You have to go home and stand around in your bathrobe doing your dishes to feel like a normal person sometimes.
“My death will be caused by morphine, which I have deliberately taken with suicidal intent.”
“Haven't you felt a peculiar sort of worry about the chair in your living room that no one sits in?”