Where are we going?" asked Victor. "If I'm allowed to ask." I squirmed around in my seat so that I could look him in the eye. "That's what you're going to tell us. As hard as it is to believe, we didn't do all that just because we missed your pleasant company." "That is hard to believe.

I've lost someone, too; someone I loved. I know how you feel." - Does it get easier? "Yes. But you'll never be the same again.

This isn't a Christmas special! This is my life. In the real world, miracles and goodness just don't happen.

‎Keep your love, I have no use for it anymore.

If not for me being stoned and clinging to a taco, it would have been terribly romantic.

Dreams, dreams. I walk them; I live them. I delude myself with them. It's a wonder I can spot reality anymore.

the choices we made today were templates for the future.