There are times when you just have to let it all out. All the anger, all the pain.

Go spit in the face of our inevitable obsolescence and finish your @#$&ng novel.

The food was so good that with each passing course, our conversation devolved further into fragmented celebrations of its deliciousness: 'I want this dragon carrot risotto to become a person so I can take it to Las Vegas and marry it.

I'll just go over to the Duke's," I said. "Her parents already told me I could stay there. I'll go over there and open all my presents, and talk about how my parents neglect me, and then maybe the Duke will give me some of her presents because she feels so bad about how my mom doesn't love me.

Thomas Edison's last words were 'It's very beautiful over there'. I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful.

Poetry is just so emo." he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.

All salvation is temporary