All losers are romantics. It's what keeps us from blowing our brains out.

In this life, no matter what anyone promises you, what allegiances of love or fealty they swear or what gods they pray to, you will never have more than what you have at this moment.

Love a man who'll bleed to make a point. (Candy)

Try not to sing too many sad songs for yourself. The universe already hates you. Self-pity isn't going to help.

If his drunkenness had legs, it would be Alexander the Great and conquer the known world. Then it would puke for a week into a solid gold toilet it stole from Zeus's guest room.

He wore his fear on his skin for everyone to see.

As each wave of technology is released. It must be accompanied by a demand for new skills, new language. Consumers must constantly update their ways of thinking, always questioning their understanding of the world. Going back to old ways, old technology is forbidden. There in no past, no present, only an endless future of inadequacy