Do we hate paradise so much we need to make sure it becomes a trash heap?

I remember the ache I used to feel when she got too close, how it felt like grief, how it felt like a loss, like I was falling, falling into nothing, how it clenched me up and made me want to weep, made me actually weep.

People say they want freedom, but what they really want is freedom from worry. If I take care of their problems, they don't mind being told what to do.

Maybe probably ain’t all that comforting a word when it’s maybe yer not dying.

How do you know yer alive if you don't hurt?

Life ain't fair. It ain't. Not never. It's pointless and stupid and there's only suffering and pain and people who want to hurt you. You can't love nothing or no one cuz it'll all be taken away or ruined and you'll be left alone and constantly having to fight, constantly having to run just to stay alive.

... a good idea always attracts other good ideas.