Memories are like everything else. They're a trap.

If we couldn't carry our dead inside us, we would be empty.

Kissing girls is easy, like breaking windows.

Listening to music that I hate calms me down.

There are plenty of fish in the sea, if I run out of women.

I'd rather die terrified than live forever.

And when our sun explodes and we are all destroyed, we'll be rocks and chunks of I am not sure what, and maybe we'll rain down on somewhere else.