Enemies will kill you with a knife in the back. Friends will kill you with kindness. Either way you're dead.

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.

Did I hurt your feelings again? Sorry. When this is all over I'll send some flowers to your inner child.

It doesn't matter if you and everyone else in the room are thinking it. You don't say the words. Words are weapons. They blast big bloody holes in the world. And words are bricks. Say something out loud and it starts turning solid. Say it loud enough and it becomes a wall you can't get through.

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

In the Tarot deck, the Fool is depicted as a young man about to step off a cliff into empty air. Most people assume that the Fool will fall. But we don't see it happen, and a Fool doesn't know that he's subject to the laws of gravity. Against all odds, he just might float.

I'm steel-toed boots in a ballet-slipper world.