Becuse God loves us, but the devil takes an interest.

Yeah. Sure. My brother's dead. My mother's insame. Hey, let's have a crepe.

History is a Rorschach test, people. What you see when you look at it tells you as much about yourself as it does about the past.

Because I'm on the phone, Mom!" "Fooling around with your friends again! Who is that?" "Ahmadinejad." "Oh, my goodness! What is he saying?" "That he wants to see Jeezy at the Beacon tonight. Putin's going too. He scalped a ticket from Kim Jong Il. All tha gangstas are going." "Don't be so fresh, young man!" "Gotta go," he says to me. "Enemy forces have dropped a Momshell." "Fall back, solider. Over and out.

The guitar's still around me. I slip it off and put it down. I want to feel him. To feel his breath on my neck. The warmth of his skin. To feel something other than sadness. Hold me, I tell him silently. Hold me here. To this place. This life. Make me want you. Want this. Want something. Please

Who needs make-believe monsters when there are so many real ones.

Beautiful people don't need coats. They've got their auras to keep them warm.