Have your adventures, make your mistakes, and choose your friends poorly -- all these make for great stories.

This wasn't any mere song and dance; here was a bold, blaring declaration howling itself into the empty face of death.

What you have to understand, is your father was your model for God.

Beginning with Santa in infancy, and ending with the Tooth Fairy as the child acquires adult teeth. Or, plainly put, beginning with all the possibility of childhood, and ending with an absolute trust in the national currency.

You have endless ways you can commit suicide without dying dying.

You realize that people take drugs because it's the only real personal adventure left to them in their time-constrained, law-and-order, property-lined world. It's only in drugs or death we'll see anything new, and death is just too controlling.

How can you possibly believe he really loves you?” Miss Sneezy looks from the Mother to the Saint to Mr. Whittier’s hand.“You have no choice,” Mr. Whittier tells her. “If you need to be loved.