That's your final lesson, grasshopper.

I need to go and live in San Francisco.

Besides being mildly obsessed with the Golden Gate Bridge (half of the obsession is to be blamed on ‘Angels in America’, because now even when I dream of Heaven, I’m always crossing that freaking bridge), I just want to live there and leave and sing ‘So Long, San Francisco’ as I’m doing that and then come back and sing (from Judy Garland’s ‘San Francisco’) ‘Here comes your wanderin’ one, saying I’ll wander no more!’ at the top of my lungs.

“Yes, I have troubles of my own, I’ll try to solve them on my own, I won’t inflict them on the world.”