Later, going home, I realized they didn't look alike at all; what made them seem to was the aftermath of stress and the lingering of sorrow. It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family.

Home is where you dance with others, and dancing is life.

The simple truth of things is that bad dreams are far better than bad wakings.

"Am I weird?" "Yeah. But so what? Everybody's weird."

If something is accessible to a lot of people, it's got to be dumb because most people are dumb.

Of course when you were running with the bottom dogs, what you mostly saw were paws, claws, and assholes.

You cant be too careful on a skateboard.