She's not wearing makeup so her face just looks like skin.

You must realize that one day you will die. Until then you are worthless.

Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism.

It's so quiet this high up, the feeling you get is that you're one of those space monkeys. You do the little job you're trained to do. Pull a lever. Push a button. You don't understand any of it, and then you just die.

That's how a good story works. It changes how you feel. It brings you to a greater appreciation, a greater joy, of your own existence.

We come from a generation of people who need their TV or stereo playing all the time. These people so scared of silence. These soundaholics, these quietophobics.

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