ESTELLE: I feel so queer. Don’t you ever get taken that way? When I can’t see myself I
begin to wonder if I really and truly exist. I pat myself just to make sure, but it doesn’t
INEZ: You’re lucky. I’m always conscious of myself— in my mind. Painfully conscious.
ESTELLE: Ah yes, in your mind. But everything that goes on in one’s head is so vague,
(i always forget how good this is until i read it again)” —No Exit- Jean-Paul Sartre
to whomever ate all of my pringles at work, i have lost all respect for you as a person due to my loss of ranch flavor. -ricky