Get smart and nothing can touch you.

the person in this picture is really me.

You know what the crummiest feeling you can have is? To hate the person you love the best in the world.

Maybe the two different worlds we lived in weren't so different. We saw the same sunset.

There isn't any real good reason for fighting except self-defense.

I've been thinking about it, and that poem, that guy that wrote it, he meant you're gold when you're a kid, like green. When you're a kid everything's new, dawn. It's just when you get used to everything that it's day. Like the way you dig sunsets, Pony. That's gold. Keep that way, it's a good way to be.

I guess I just couldn't see standing there -- alive, talking, thinking, breathing, being -- one second, and dead the next. It really bothered me. Death by violence isn't the same as dying any other way, accident or disease or old age. It just ain't the same.