We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.

To merely observe your culture without contributing to it seems very close to existing as a ghost.

People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.

The same as real life, there is no happily ever after.

When nobody will look at you, you can stare a hole in them. Picking out all the little details you'd never stare long enough to get if they'd even just return your gaze, this, this is your revenge.

Idiot people like Angel Delaporte who look for a supernatural reason for ordinary events, those people drive Misty nuts.

The truth is, wherever you choose to be, it's the wrong place.