There was no real sense of life because she had nothing to contrast it with.

You're not getting this back you know. Consider it an asshole tax.

The girl is infectious human waste, and she's confused and afraid to commit to the wrong thing and so she won't commit to anything.

People would ask me to autograph their bodies and then the next time I'd see them on tour they'd have my autograph tattooed. I decided I wouldn't write on people anymore, but I'd give them arms and legs and if they wanted those autographed I'd do that.

Waiters will always pee in soup, people will always fall in love.

This deluded little rube who really thought the future would be any better. If you just worked hard enough. If you just learned enough. Ran fast enough. Everything would turn out right, and your life would amount to something.

A shadow of a reflection of an image of an illusion.