The thing is, you only got to fuck up once. Be a little slow, be a little late, just once. And how you ain’t never gonna be slow, never be late? You can’t plan for no shit like this, man. It’s life.
-We don’t think you’re slow but on the other hand, it’s not like you go to museums or read books or anything.
-You think I don’t want to? It’s those TV networks, Marge. They won’t let me– one quality show after another, each one fresher and more brilliant than the last. If they only stumbled once, just gave us 30 minutes to ourselves. But they won’t! They won’t let me live!
We’re taught to think that function is all that matters. But we have a natural longing for this other thing.
There is no solace above or below us, only small, solitary striving, battling one another . . . I pray to myself, for myself.