I don't want to die without a few scars.

I know that when a supersexy older girl with hips and breasts and nice hair wants to take off your glasses and to paint you a smoky eye she's merely trying to enroll you in a beauty contest she's already won. It's a kind of slummy, condescending gesture, like when rich people ask poor people where they summer. To me, this smacks of a blatant, insensitive "let them eat cake" type of chauvinism.

What people forget is a journey to nowhere starts with a single step, too.

you're doomed at being you.

For the most part my friends can always be more entertaining than the tube ever can be.

Love and life belongs to great risk.

If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person?