Life is fleeting. And if you're ever distressed, cast your eyes to the summer sky when when the stars are strung across the velvety night. And when a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning night into day... make a wish and think of me.
The meek may inherit the earth, but they don't get in to Harvard.
In America, they really do mythologize people when they die.
The truth is, if anything, I'm probably addicted to laughter.
Reality is just a crutch for people who can't cope with drugs.
She is not perfect. You are not perfect. The question is whether or not you are perfect for each other