Salzburg... is a mountain town with a rushing river running right through the center, everything in the rain various shades of green and brown.

For an adult, eating alone at McDonald's is admitting a kind of defeat.

The future is fastidious and punctual. It keeps perfect time and arrives everywhere on the dot. In contrast, its slacker brother the past has no use for clocks or appointments. It comes and goes as it pleases in our memory, camping out wherever the hell it damn well wants to in there. Untrustworthy, prone to exaggeration, biased- you wouldn't lend it ten cents, but it *sure* can be charming and seductive when it feels like it.

Kids own nothing. Everything is either promised, borrowed, longed for or exaggerated.

Fear's greatest weapon is its ability to blind one to anything. In its presence, we forget there are others to consider, things to save besides ourselves.

Eating is sex for old people.

The fact that I’m silent doesn’t mean I have nothing to say.