Waiters will always pee in soup, people will always fall in love.

People take conventional ways that other people have always decorated their cars, and use them as ways of giving other people permission to approach them.

When nobody will look at you, you can stare a hole in them. Picking out all the little details you'd never stare long enough to get if they'd even just return your gaze, this, this is your revenge.

I see the strongest and the smartest men who have ever lived... and these men are pumping gas and waiting tables.

Give me lust, baby. Flash. Give me malice. Flash. Give me detached existentialist ennui. Flash. Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism. Flash.

When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.

Everything is a self-portrait. A diary. Your whole drug history’s in a strand of your hair. Your fingernails. The forensic details. The lining of your stomach is a document. The calluses on your hand tell all your secrets. Your teeth give you away. Your accent. The wrinkles around your mouth and eyes. Everything you do shows your hand.