Everybody looks a little crazy if you're looking close enough and if you can't look that close, then you don't really love them.

You kill strangers deliberately so you don't accidentally kill the people you love.

Hysteria is impossible without an audience. Panicking by yourself is the same as laughing alone in an empty room. You feel really silly.

How everything you ever love will reject you or die. Everything you ever create will be thrown away. Everything you're proud of will end up as trash.

It takes a lot to get people talking in airplanes. But once they start talking, you just can't shut them up.

Any 'artist' makes a living by expressing what others can't - because they're unaware of their feelings, they're too afraid to express those feelings, or they lack the skills to communicate and be understood.

Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?