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Every flaw in my character is quietly salvaged as evidence of my genius.

No one admits to being a hipster for the same reason no refers to himself as a douche bag.

Every man thinks that playing the stock market is like shooting fish in a barrel. What each man fails to realize is that he’s the fish.

I saw myself represented as a dot on a graph and not unflatteringly.

I may hate the person I become when drinking but in all fairness I don’t think he cares for me either.

Anyone who calls my work barbaric has never had their head split in half with an axe.

I’ve become bored by my dirtiest fantasies. I blame it on their achievement.

The road less travelled has become rather crowded of late.

Woody Allen is a symbol of everything that’s wrong with Woody Allen.

I don’t usually read the New York Times at home because there’s no one there to see me do it.

To those who accuse me of vanity I ask, “who are you again?”