Does it hurt very much to die? Well, sweetheart, yes, but it hurts a lot more to keep living.

I try to forget about the expectation that's out there and the audience listening for the next thing so that I'm not trying to please them. I've spent a huge amount of time not communicating with those folks and denying that they exist.

Ever since college, I make friends. They get married. I lose friends.

My point is, that if I'm honest, my life is all about me.

I believe in something. But I don't believe that anything can hold a grudge for long enough to condemn its creation to eternal punishment. Nobody can hold a grudge that long, even God.

The police are asking through the bedroom door, why did I make a batch of strawberry daiquiris before I called them? Because we were out of raspberries. Because, can't they see, it just does not matter. Time was not of the essence.

You can say anything if enough people will listen.