You are permanent, but this life is not.

I want out of the labels. I don't want my whole life crammed into a single word. A story. I want to find something else, unknowable, some place to be that's not on the map. A real adventure.' A spinx. A mystery. A blank. Unknown. Undefined.

Tyler and me at the edge of the roof, the gun in my mouth, I'm wondering how clean this gun is.

We've spent so much time judging what other people created that we've created very, very little of our own.

First your parents, they give you your life, but then they try to give you their life.

I figure if Eve could get us into this mess, I could get us out. After all, God really likes to see a go-getter.

the world is the cradle and your trap.