Some people think love is the end of the road, and if you're lucky enough to find it, you stay there. Other people say it just becomes a cliff you drive off, but most people who've been around awhile know it's just a thing that changes day by day, and depending on how much you fight for it, you get it, or you hold on to it, or you lose it, but sometimes it's never even there in the first place.

I sit there thinking about how much courage it takes to live an ordinary life.

Every man with his own peculiar vice. His will hardly rock heaven or hell.

I gave them all the truth and none of the honesty.

The tunnels of our lives connect, coming to daylight at the oddest moments, and then plunge us into the dark again. We return to the lives of those who have gone before us, a perplexing möbius strip until we come home, eventually, to ourselves.

Even if you're going to die, you might as well die pretty.

Pain's nothing. Pain's what you give, not what you get.