Tarah DeWitt

“You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.” - Robin Williams

“Well, how interesting. Men are afraid of women being funnier than them, and women are afraid of, oh, I don’t know, being oppressed, beaten, raped, or killed by men. But look out! Funny chick here might follow you down an alley and make you chuckle without consent!”

“Anyone who is pathetic enough to let you being funny—or your career—get in the way of being with you doesn’t deserve you, Fee.”

She extends a hand for me to shake. “I’ve got a funny feeling this is the start of something great.”

Why would I when I have a hot twenty-something clinging to my side all the time

Intercept the joke and make it yours first, and it can’t hurt you, right?

Constantly searching for that angle can eventually take you out of yourself, though. Out of actually experiencing your life, since you become too preoccupied with observing it and writing it down to make a bit from it.

used to think the worst thing in life was to end up alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people that make you feel alone.”

“Don’t try to flirt with me,” she growled, eyes narrowing.
“I paid you a compliment, Larry.”
“Your opinion isn’t so important that I consider it as such, asshat.”

“Do you have an allergy you need to address?! You’re constantly scratching yourself.”
He fluttered his lashes. “Watching me rather closely, aren’t you?” he said, before he turned and strutted off to shower.