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

A lot of the books that I grew up reading were pretty brutal, like the Redwall books.

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

I wasn't going to have enough money to pay for a Good Lifestyle, which meant I'd feel ashamed, which meant I'd get depressed, and that was the big one because I knew what that did to me: it made it so I wouldn't get out of bed, which led to the ultimate thing—homelessness. If you can't get out of bed for long enough, people come and take your bed away.

I found myself jealous of the people who wrote the books. They were dead and they were still taking up my time. Who did they think they were?

That's worst than gonerreha, man!

I think you run out of 'I love yous