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

Everything you see is based on fact of a event thats already happen, Even light only travels so fast.

You think maybe if you just work harder and faster, you can hold off the chaos, but then one day you’re changing a patio light bulb with a five-year life span and you realize how you’ll only be changing this light maybe ten more times before you’ll be dead.

I think standardization is really the first step to something being commodified.

If we can forgive what’s been done to us... If we can forgive what we’ve done to others... If we can leave all of our stories behind. Our being villains or victims. Only then can we maybe rescue the world.

Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. I used to be such a nice person.

Recycling and speed limits are bullshit. They're like someone who quits smoking on his deathbed.