Your grandmother used to say that you were two souls separated in heaven. She mainly meant you were both trouble and deserved each other.

Hate is not a feeling toward another, but a feeling of defeat by another.

I don’t intend to use beer as a crutch and drink until I pass out. So advice, keep an eye on that so you can get in there and get yourself drunk sex before it turns unpretty and drunk sex ends with me puking and / or passing out during the act.

Then she declared loudly, "Smoke break!" and everyone's eyes came to us, some of them shocked seeing as these days you could light up a doobie and no one would blink but if you lit up a smoke, you courted being publicly stoned to death.

We're all lost. The best chance we got is to wander this life with the people who matter.

You want sweet dreams, lose the attitude and you might find I'll give you reason to have them.

Truth, honesty, perseverance, strength, love of all kinds and forgiveness are all beautiful, Tack. The most beautiful stories ever told are the most difficult to take.