Barnacles on the container ship of consciousness.

I think teenagers bring a lot of intellectual sophistication. They're wrestling with big questions. It's just that, a lot of times they do that separately from adults.

I'm not saying it was your fault. I'm saying it wasn't nice.

Eternity bids thee to forget.

They were angry, I thought. Horrified. These teenagers, with their hormones, making out beneath a video broadcasting the shattered voice of a former father.

You matter as much as the things that matter to you do.

Before any of it could make sense, it had to be heard.