Although we will both die, and life is utterly meaningless, my time is vastly more important than yours.
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“If I was in love with someone, I would get their picture out of the school yearbook and do portraits. If I was curious about sex, I would draw pictures of it. There were no books for me to look at. Then I would go find my father's matches to burn the paper.”
“To me, at forty-four years old, my book was a search for truth and identity.”