We're all going to die; I'm just trying to make it a little more interesting.

God turned out to be a bunch of bad little kids playing interstellar Xbox. Isn't that funny?

We sometimes need to create unreal monsters and bogies to stand in for all the things we fear in our real lives.

Although emotionally delicate and eminently bruisable, teenagers are short on empathy. That comes later in life, if it comes at all.

Sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. It's what you say when you spill a cup of coffee or throw a gutter ball when you're bowling with the girls in the league. True sorrow is as rare as true love.

All you need to do is hold on tight...and believe.

We either learn to accept or we end up writing letters home with crayons.