What compels any of us to do the things we do when deep down a part of us just wants to break free from it all?

Everybody starts out as strangers.

But the heart has a mind of its own and it always gets what it wants, especially when it's dying.

I think I've been afraid most of my life to be myself.

I tried to will them with my super mental powers so he’d put them around my waist, but apparently I had no super mental powers.

I love the smell of Waffle House; it's the smell of freedom, being on the open road and knowing that ninety percent of the people eating around you are also on that road. Truck driver's, road-trippers, hangovers--those who don't live that monotonous life of society slavery.

Just that dwelling and planning is bullshit, you dwell on the past, you can’t move forward. Spend too much time planning for the future and you just push yourself backwards, or you stay stagnant in the same place all your life. Live in the moment, where everything is just right, take your time and limit your bad memories and you’ll get wherever it is you’re going a lot faster and with less bumps in the road along the way.