There's a terrible dark joy when the only person who knows all your secrets is finally dead.

The truth is you can be orphaned again and again and again. The truth is, you will be. And the secret is, this will hurt less and less each time until you can't feel a thing. Trust me on this.

Just for the record, she still loves you. She wouldn't bother to torture you if she didn't.

You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be.

A comedy ends with a wedding, and a tragedy ends with a funeral: you always have to juxtapose sex and death.

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

The future is just wasted on some people.