I'm done with those; regrets are an excuse for people who have failed.

That's the number one thing I hear about humans. You have all these choices, so you're confused all the time, and you think so much that you're never happy.

It’s tough to get out of bed; I know that myself. You can lie there for an hour and a half without thinking anything, just worrying about what the day holds and knowing that you won’t be able to deal with it.

She's pretty." (It's amazing how girls can say this and make it the most withering insult.)

deep down I believe my year was a special year: it produced me.

Nobody had told me I was common.

The Shift is coming. The Shift has to be coming. Because if you keep living like this you'll die.