More and more, the hardest part of crying is when I can't stop.

I hate how I don't feel real enough unless people are watching.

Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.

Screenwriters get paid a hell of a lot more money but their level of frustration seems to be so high that I don't want that.

You can only hold a smile for so long, after that it's just teeth.

Tyler lies back and asks, "If Marilyn Monroe were alive right now, what would she be doing?" I say, goodnight. The headliner hangs down in shreds from the ceiling and Tyler says, "Clawing at the lid of her coffin.

I think in a way, you're doomed, once you can envision something. You're sort of doomed to make it happen. I've found that the moment I can envision leaving a relationship, that's usually the moment that the relationship starts to fall apart.