Everything is a self-portrait. A diary. Your whole drug history’s in a strand of your hair. Your fingernails. The forensic details. The lining of your stomach is a document. The calluses on your hand tell all your secrets. Your teeth give you away. Your accent. The wrinkles around your mouth and eyes. Everything you do shows your hand.

Sometimes the past seems too big for the present to hold.

What if reality is nothing but some disease?

A moment is all you can expect from perfection.

Las Vegas looks the way you'd imagine heaven must look at night.

There's worse that people can steal from you than money.

This is the greatest momemt of your life and your out missing it