It might drive some people crazy, living like this, but the quiet keeps me company.

All I can think about is what she must be doing, and how I wish she were still here.

That’s the worst way to miss somebody. When they’re right beside you and you miss them anyway.

If you ever know a man who tries to drown his sorrows, kindly inform him his sorrows know how to swim.

During the fire: 'Some of the drunker ones don't move. Some of them laugh. One person says, "Where's the marshmallows?" Mark slaps him across the face. "GET OUT!" he screams.

Being in love is a very strange thing. Your thoughts constantly drift towards this other person, no matter what you're doing.

Maybe the only good thing about death is that you never have to relive it. You never have to remember the pain.