Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.

Don't rush or force the ending. All you have to know is the next scene, or the next few scenes.

Are these things really better than the things I already have? Or am I just trained to be dissatisfied with what I have now?

It's not living alone if you keep a rifle under the bed.

People will listen to you only when they know you're dying, otherwise they're just waiting for their turn to talk.

By the time you read this, you'll be older than you remember.

Being tired isn't the same as being rich, but most times it's close enough.