you wrote the book on being an *******. i read it twice. and i find myself alluding to it all the time.
you told me the definition of high art was broke. if i wanted to succeed, i needed to trash my collection of huxley and memorize every action sequence in every jerry bruckheimer film.
you based the last six years of your life on a ghandi misquote, you ripped from wikipedia.
you told me love was just mankind kidding himself. only trust in what you can feel, "like *******."
i wrote an article about you, i asked if you believed in god. your reply, "god is a concept by which we measure our pain." i thought that was clever.
it took me 3 months to remember that's off lennon's Plastic Ono Band.