I'm sorry," she says. I wheel around. "You know, you're a total know-it-all. And it's incredibly rude sometimes; I mean, you're not perfect either, and you act like it's my fault but it's not my fault for being quiet or your fault for being a know-it-all. It's not your problem or my problem; it's their problem. They're the demented ones, not us, so don't take it out on me, because the only thing that holds things together for me is having someone else on the Not Demented Team.

We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations.

I have to tell you man, that my stalker meter is kind of registering in the red zone right now.

I was born into Bolívar's labyrinth, and so I must believe in the hope of Rabelais' Great Perhaps.

It has been my experience that maximizing income is a helluva lot less important than maximizing passion and fulfillment in your both professionally and personally.

I just want to fly under the radar, because when you start to make yourself into a big deal, that's when you get shot down.

You see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town.