She thinks I'm going to live in India, marry Baba... and commit group suicide. She and dad hate Indians. You know? Dark people? They're just the main points.
-Well, are you going to marry him?
- You wish?
Yeah. He's absolute love.
-There's, just, three problems. He's not cute, Ruth. Look at him! He's poofie! He's, like, old!
It's about love. It's not that literal. Marriage is symbolic. He's marrying everyone.
What do you believe in?
-I'm an anarchist.
My parents subscribed to their magazine. "The Lord's Prayer is muttered by traumatized, paranoid worms... groveling for a meager existence."