In my experience, anybody besides your mom that feeds you is going to want something in exchange for it.

You hated my rainbows, now you don't like my leather. Is there anything you like on me?

I'm sorry your pretty little world got all screwed up, but everybody's does, and you go on. It's how you go on that defines you.

There are moments in my life when I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, doing exactly what I’m supposed to do. I pay attention to them. They’re my cosmic landmarks, letting me know I’m on the right path. Now that I’m older and can look back and see where I missed a turn here and there, and know the price I paid for those oversights, I try to look sharper at the present.

People treat you as badly as you let them treat you. Key word there: let.

I have your word?” “You trust my word?” “You’re an idealistic fool. Of course.

Valhalla on the right. Paradise regained on the left. Stuck between a Godiva truffle and a chocolate eclair. Between a rock and a very hard place. Two very hard places from the looks of it.