It's not that words or human language stop having any meaning or relevance after you die, by the way.

I think TV promulgates the idea that good art is just art which makes people like and depend on the vehicle that brings them the art.

It's no accident that in a bureaucracy getting fired is called 'termination,' as in ontological erasure.

Suppose I were to give you a key ring [...] with a hundred keys, and I were to tell you that one of these keys will unlock it, this door we're imagining opening in onto all you want to be, as a player. How many of the keys would you be willing to try?'
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'Well I'd try every darn one,' Rader tells Lyle.
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'Then you are willing to make mistakes, you see. You are saying you will accept 99% error. The paralyzed perfectionist you say you are would stand there before that door. Jingling the keys. Afraid to try the first key.

Why do prostitutes when they get straight always try and get so prim? It's like long-repressed librarian-ambitions come flooding out.

This wise old whiskery fish swims up to three young fish and goes, 'Morning, boys, how's the water?' and swims away; and the three young fish watch him swim away and look at each other and go, 'What the fuck is water?' and swim away.