Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.

There were not many people who could say that their education had been paid for with cigarettes.

You can kill a man with those words. No gun. No bullets. Just words and a girl.

A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)

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?

A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.

You can do all manner of underhanded nice things when you have a caustic reputation.