Why is it upset? Shouldn't it be downset?

I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.

The important thing is not whatever nonsense the voices are saying, but what the voices are feeling.

If we'd put them in a vase in the living room, they would have been everyone's flowers. I wanted them to be my flowers.

Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.

You can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can’t pick your friend’s nose.

You may be smart, but I've been smart longer.