Life is like a box of cookies.

Once a guy starts using a wig, he has to keep using one. It's, like, his fate. That's why wig makers make such huge profits. I hate to say it, but they're like drug dealers.

Only where there is disillusionment and depression and sorrow does happiness arise; without the despair of loss, there is no hope.

Let me tell you something, Mari. The ground we stand on looks solid enough, but if something happens it can drop right out from under you. And once that happens, you've had it: things'll never be the same. All you can do is go on, living alone down there in the darkness.

What do we talk about? Just ordinary things. What happened today, or books we've read, or tomorrow's weather, you know. Don't tell me you're wondering if people jump to their feet and shout stuff like 'It'll rain tomorrow if a polar bear eats the stars tonight!

I’m just kinda tired. Like a monkey in the rain.

I think of myself as more the non-turn-on type. so when I do get turned on, I don’t trust it, I have to investigate the source.