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.

The damaged love the damaged. True fact.

Some stories, you use up. Others use you up.

Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart.

No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.

Hope is something really tough and tenacious you have to give up. It’s an addiction to break.

Maybe humans are just the pet alligators that God flushed down the toilet.