We're a very productive group.
Remember, I'm your largest shareholder. Don't screw it up,
(October 12, 1935 - )
Nothing is wrong with California that a rise in the ocean level wouldn't cure.
(December 13, 1915 - July 11, 1983)
I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum total of my pain, a raw woundedness so extreme that it might be terminal. It might be terminal velocity, the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she can't be retrieved. What if I am stuck down here for good?