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

I wanted to write about the moment when your addictions no longer hide the truth from you. When your whole life breaks down. That's the moment when you have to somehow choose what your life is going to be about.

It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

Just let your hand drop; and let fate decide for you.

Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space.

I was tired and crazy and rushed, and every time I boarded a plane, I wanted the plane to crash. I envied people dying of cancer. I hated my life. I was tired and bored with my job and my furniture, and I couldn’t see any way to change things. Only end them.

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