I want you to invent it. I want you to have that skill. To create your own reality. Your own set of laws. I want to try and teach you that.

The best fights don't occur between strangers. They occur between friends who trust each other.

The voice says, maybe you don't go to hell for the things you do. Maybe you go to hell for the things you don't do. The things you don't finish.

You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away.

The tiny space, the toilet, two hundred strangers just a few inches away, it's so exciting, the lack of room to maneuver, it helps if you're double-jointed. Use your imagination. Some creativity and a few simple stretching exercises and you can be knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door. You'll be amazed how time flies.

Fathers. Mothers. With all their caring and attention. They will fuck you up, every time.

Every time we burn a gallon of gas or an acre of rain forest, aren't we killing the future to preserve the present?