Deliver me from Swedish furniture. Deliver me from clever art. And the phone rang and Tyler answered. "If you don't know what you want," the doorman said, "you end up with a lot you don't." May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect. Deliver me, Tyler, from being perfect and complete.

Fathers. Mothers. With all their caring and attention. They will fuck you up, every time.

Maybe we should always assume the worst.

A shadow of a reflection of an image of an illusion.

The on­ly thing I know is ev­ery­thing you love will die.

You have to give up! you have to give up! You have to realize that someday you will die, Until you know that, you are useless!

Emotionally, in our minds, we get so filled with resentments where we've got a story about absolutely everything.