The thing I realize is, that it's not what you take, it's what you leave.

The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it's the small things that count.

Hope you're keeping the dust out of your eyes and your feet off the ground.

We are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial.

I looked at my reflection in the rearview mirror. Some lipstick would go with this truck, I thought.

It's my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting, and for the millionth time in my life I wish for measles or smallpox or some other easily understood disease just to make it easier on me and also on them.

People rarely bring flowers to a suicide.