I try to be cynical, but it's so hard to keep up.

If beauty is truth, why don't women go to the library to have their hair done?

I feel some part of me can wake up and be very existential and the next day wake up and be sort of in love with the universe.

I always wanted to be somebody, but now I realize I should have been more specific.

Remember we're all in this alone.

In the depths of the night, fear grips my heart. It paralyzes my mind. But most of all, I feel very, very alone

The best mind-altering drug is the truth.