Going to work just looked crazy. Eating another meal, ever, made about as much sense as planting tulip bulbs in the shadow of a falling atom bomb.

Oh love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me. I'll be anybody you want me to be.

Everything is funnier in retrospect, funnier and prettier and cooler. You can laugh at anything from far enough away.

Stanislavski was right, you can find fresh pain every time you discover what you pretty much already know.

The laws that keep us safe, these same laws condemn us to boredom.

No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day.

Make me into anything, but just love me.