There are worse things you can do to people you love than kill them.

Maybe this is why Misty loved him. Loved you. Because you believed in her so much more than she did. You expected more from her than she did from herself.

You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. Every time you don't throw yourself down the stairs, that's a choice. Every time you don't crash your car, you re-enlist.

The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up. The shortcut to closing a door is to bury yourself in the details. This is how we must look to God. As if everything's fine.

Anybody's true nature is bullshit. There is no human soul. Emotion is bullshit. Love is bullshit.

If you worry about disaster all the time, that's what you're going to get.

No matter what happens, it’s always now.