The family that prays together, still probably dies in the fire.
Be the trouble you want to see in the world.
When the end comes, I hope it’s as strange as that. I hope that the sky tears open and the world is washed with colors that we’ve never seen before.
I have a form of ESP that allows me to consistently pick losing lottery numbers, and generally make poor life choices.
If at first you don't succeed...run.
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.