Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.

You can't just make me different, and then leave. Because I was fine before, Alaska. I was just fine with me and last words and school friends, and you can't just make me different and then die.

I'm a grenade and at some point I'm going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay?

Nerdighters make me believe in America again.

It's bad for your brain not to unplug.

I always felt like you had to be important to have enemies.

And so that is the question I leave you with in this final: What is your cause for hope?