Class isn't something you buy. Look at you ... you've got on a $500 suit and you're still a low life.
We're really all alone. We can't ever get inside another person's spirit, and see the world they do. So we are alone in that sense. The only way we have to communicate feelings is through words.
No one wants to spend too long inside their own darkness.
It's failure, really, that you grow by, although nobody likes to experience it.
When you start thinking about death more than sex, you know you're getting old.
I don't see myself stopping, even though it gets harder and harder. Especially when you find out that you can't really compromise because of age.