There are bodies buried everywhere you just have to know where to look.

Marla's philosophy of life, she told me, is that she can die at any moment. The tragedy of her life is that she doesn't.

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

I feel my heart ache, but I've forgotten what that feeling means.

The only reason why we ask other people how their weekend was is so we can tell them about our own weekend.

It's funny how you never think about the women you've had. It's always the ones who get away that you can't forget.

I think we're in an age starved for genuine experiences, instead of cathartic phony experiences through the media, structured, engineered experiences. And those are the fast food, the masturbation of experience. They don't really exhaust any aspect of ourselves; they don't make us any stronger.