Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or to forget? Do we spend most of our time running towards or away from our lives?

You should know it yourself- a young man is still a boy, and a boy sometimes has the right to be stubborn.

I looked at myself in that window, oblivious to all the people around me and I stared and smiled that particular smile. You know that smile that seems to knock you and tell you how pathetic you are? That's the smile I was smiling.

I'm gonna hunt my life down and grab it.

The injury of words. Yes, the brutality of words.

All my friends seem to be smart arses. Don't ask me why. Like many things, it is what it is.

If you ever write a book, I can only give you one piece of advice. Don't let your parents get involved.