The thing with giving up is you never know. You never know whether you could have done the job. And I'm sick of not knowing about my life.

That's the trouble with having the whole world love you. One day, you wake up and it's flirting with your best friend instead. And you don't know what to do. You're thrown.

If your life's at a juncture and you need to think about things, there's nowhere better than home. However old you are.

We all fail to appreciate each day just how much we already possess. Light, air, freedom, the companionship of friends.

I'll show Luke I can fit into the city. I'll show him I can be a true New Yorker. I'll go the gym, and then I'll eat a bagel, and I'll ... shoot someone, maybe? Or maybe just the gym will be enough.

Everyone knows revenge is a dish best served when you've had enough time to build up enough vitriol and fury.

Maybe my identity's been stolen. Or maybe I was sleep-shopping!