Let’s just make it through tonight, worry about the rest later.

Sometimes when it looks like I'm deep in thought I'm just trying not to have a conversation with people.

I wanted to find a cave and hang out there for the rest of my life and be a cave painter and eat dirt.

I'm an insomniac, my mind works the night shift.

Freud suggests that in order to love someone else, one must love themselves; it's a classic "needs before other needs" argument. Unfortunately, no one really loves themselves . And, if they do, they need to get to know themselves better. Unfortunately, no one is really happy.

We're just like a movie based on a book-- almost, but not quite as good.

It's semi-frustrating when your name actually becomes a synonym for douchebag.