I guess that's how death works. It doesn't matter if we're ready or not. It just happens.

Sometimes people do things that hurt and it's not because they mean to. They just do. It doesn't necessarily have anything to do with you, but you end up hurt because of it.

That's the thing with suicide pacts. Sometimes they only really work if they catch you by surprise.

The key is to commit crimes so confusing that police feel too stupid to even write a crime report about them.

Why do we have to wait for special moments to say nice things or tell people we care about them?

Death likes it when you play hard to get.

Ah, sweet alcohol. Like a true friend, you replace the anger with better, louder anger.