My rule is: the second you find yourself doing something you hate, quit doing it.

I guess life is full of maybes.

It was almost funny. Life seemed downright accidental in its brevity, and death a punch line to a lousy joke.

We study there a lot because... what other choice does society give us, right? It's Starbucks or death, sometimes.

I have no phobias. Phobias are irrational. My fears are rational and CAREFULLY CULTIVATED, like roses.

She didn't even notice right away that a small animal had come out from behind a nearby car and was slowly making its way toward the trash can she was standing near. She flipped through some old files in her mind, trying to come up with what this thing might be, and after a few seconds decided that--impossible as it seemed--it was a fox.

Something about this boat screamed, "I am a very popular model in the world's oil-bearing regions. I cost more than your soul!