The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably.

If rain is God crying, I think God is drunk and his girlfriend just slept with Zeus.

Maybe it takes forty years of your life to understand how the world seems to work.

We all eventually become whatever we pretend to hate.

It seems as though our ability to change technology happens so quickly, and our ability to evolve as creatures is still very slow.

I honestly believe that people of my generation despise authenticity, mostly because they're all so envious of it.

I hate motorcycles. Because if I hit one, even if it's not my fault, if I've done nothing wrong, I'm not charged with manslaughter, he's gonna die, because he's on a motorcycle. So I have to live my life knowing that I killed this guy.