And if I do fall asleep, Marla has to keep track of Tyler. Where he goes. What he does. So maybe during the day, I can rush around and undo the damage.

What we don't understand we can make mean anything.

Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer, maybe self-destruction is the answer.

I'm in love. So kill me.

I think standardization is really the first step to something being commodified.

Also consider that someday, when you’re dead and rotted, kids with their baby teeth will sit in their time-geography class and laugh about how stupid you were.

We kind of deny the stages of life.