We're going off the rails on a crazy train.

I always feel like I am on the dark side of the tracks. I feel I'm no good. I can't read.

I don't forget what I used to do and so I can't justifiably say to my kid, "Don't you do that," when I used to do it myself.

Mind you, it’s all bullshit with wine, isn’t it? It’s just f**king vinegar with a fizz, no matter what the tasters say.

There are no invisible seams.

I just suddenly thought, people really get off on being scared. They pay money to see green foam come out of people's mouths.

Execution halts your breath, helter skelter spiral death.