They misspelled 'party.' How evil genius can they be?

A guy's gotta live, you know, gotta make his way and find his meaning in life and love, and to do that he needs coffee, he needs coffee and coffee and coffee.

Everyone's dying. A little, every day. Make it count.

There are no wrong decisions ― only different ones.

I want to ask him if it’s possible that a girl can be born unlovable, or does she just become that way?

Oh, sure. Of course, they say now that we’ve got Freud and the motorcar, God is dead.” “He’s not dead; just very tired.

She bestowed the blessing of a wild girl's lips.