You'll have pie in the sky when you die.

I hope if there is another world, we will not be judged too harshly for the things we did wrong here—that we will at least be forgiven for the mistakes we made out of love.

I didn't know the inner me was hungry," I said to Art. "That's because it already starved to death.

Music [is] the third rail of life. You grabbed it to shock yourself out of the dull drag of hours. To feel something. To burn with all the emotions you didn't get to experience in the ordinary run of school, TV, and loading the dishwasher after dinner.

I'll take the shooting. I'm used to that. I've been shot a few times in the past, and I guess I can stand it, again.

Sooner or later a black car came for everyone.

Taking a thing apart is always faster than putting something together. This is true of everything except marriage.