We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.
You're always haunted by the idea you're wasting your life.
Only through destroying myself can I discover the greater power of my spirit.
Everyone has something wrong. And for a while, her heart just sort of flat lined.
People have to deal with their issues together; they have to expose themselves and kind of exhaust themselves.
Give me lust, baby. Flash. Give me malice. Flash. Give me detached existentialist ennui. Flash. Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism. Flash.