Sundays tend to be a day where just I do nothing but visit people. It's kind of like trick-or-treating.

We live and we die and anything else is just a delusion.

Let me be the ring leader in your guilt gang-bang.

I see the strongest and the smartest men who have ever lived... and these men are pumping gas and waiting tables.

No matter how much you love someone, you still want to have you own way.

I don't know the difference between what I want and what I'm trained to want.

Here are the shadows left behind by a thousand moments, a thousand moods, of needs traced here on the wall by men who are gone. Here is the record of their being here.