The girls you meet are never very far from their worst-case scenario.

You have to jump into disaster with both feet.

Someday you will die, and until you know that, you're useless to me.

You turn up your music to hide the noise. Other people turn up their music to hide yours. You turn up yours again. Everyone buys a bigger stereo system. This is the arms race of sound. You don't win with a lot of treble.

When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.

You grow up to become living proof of your parents' limitations. Their less-than masterpiece.

Don't rush or force the ending. All you have to know is the next scene, or the next few scenes.