Perfection is shallow, unreal, and fatally uninteresting.

“...[T]here should be a real sense of your imagination and your memories walking…”

“I never had a particularly strong craving to procreate, except for earlier fant…”

“...I've gotten endless signs of the greatness of God's love and hilarious care,…”

“I guess he'll have to figure out someday that he is supposed to have this dark …”