I want to make something, and I want people to know I made it.

I don't know what you believe in. I believe we just stop. Because if we move on to an afterlife, any kind of afterlife, that means there will be other people there. I'm tired of the chit chat. Oh, that is a handsome boy. He takes after his grandfather. Did they change the breakfast again? It tastes different to me. For Eternity? No thanks.

Depression is like slashing at ghosts. Of course it's tempting to finally cut something real.

You are never so low that you deserve to be lower.

Being in love is totally punk rock.

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.

Death is not the end. Death is an ocean on all sides of our lives. Deep and dark and cold, and anything but empty.