When the sky’s falling, I take shelter under bullshit.
I'm not as reckless as I used to be. You know, when I was little.
It was strange, how readily authority could be conjured with nothing but a bit of strutting jackassery.
I can’t name the poison that’s killing your friend. But the one that’s killing you is called hope.
To us — richer and cleverer than everyone else!
They kissed for the sort of endless moment that only exists between lovers whose lips are still new territory to one another.