At some point, your memories, your stories, your adventures, will be the only things you'll have left.

Maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.

The amazing miracle of death, when one second you're walking and talking, and the next second you're an object.

I'm not sure what we're running from. Nobody. Or the future. Fate. Growing up. Getting old. Picking up the pieces. As if running we won't have to get on with our lives.

It's all mirror, mirror on the wall because beauty is power the same way money is power the same way a gun is power.

You humiliate a rich person and they're still rich. You humiliate a brilliant person and they're still smart. A person who is well connected is still the king of England. But if you humiliate a young person, you take away the only form of power they have.

There are worse things you can do to the people you love than kill them. The regular way is just to watch the world do it. Just read the newspaper.