What we call chaos is just patterns we haven’t recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can't decipher.

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.

As we grow older I always think, why didn't I do more when I was young, why didn't I risk more?

The future you have, tomorrow, won't be the same future you had, yesterday.

The truth is, every son raised by a single mom is pretty much born married. I don't know, but until your mom dies it seems like all the other women in your life can never be more than just your mistress.

What we call chaos is just patterns we haven’t recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can't decipher.

These flowers will be rotten in a couple hours. Birds will crap on them. The smoke here will make them stink, and tomorrow a bulldozer will probably run over them, but for right now they are so beautiful.