Sex is something I really don't understand too hot. You never know where the hell you are... Sex is something I just don't understand. I swear to God.

Her joke of a name aside, her general unprettiness aside, she was, in terms of permanently memorable, immoderately perceptive, small-area faces, a stunning and final girl.

She said she knew she was able to fly because when she came down she always had dust on her fingers from touching the light bulbs.

After I go out this door, I may only exist in the minds of all my acquaintances…I may be an orange peel.

I just never felt so fantastically rocky in my entire life.

Hell is the suffering of being unable to love.

Don't you think I have sense enough to worry about my motives for saying the prayer? That's exactly what's bothering me so. Just because I'm choosy about what I want - in this case, enlightenment or peace, instead or money or prestige or game or any of those things, doesn't mean I'm not as egotistical and self-seeking as everybody else. If anything, I'm more so!