Understanding is but the sum of misunderstandings.

In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.

As with marathon runs and lengths of toilet paper, there had to be standards to measure up to.

Sometimes when I think of life, I feel like a piece of driftwood washed up on shore.

You’re optimistic one moment, only to be racked the next by the certainty that it will all fall to pieces. And in the end it does.

You know what girls are like. They turn twenty or twenty-one and all of a sudden they start having these concrete ideas. They get super realistic. And when that happens, everything that seemed so sweet and lovable about them begins to look ordinary and depressing.

Everybody has to start somewhere. You have your whole future ahead of you. Perfection doesn't happen right away.