Our whole society's a training ground for addicts.

It's fine to live in the now. But the best thing about now is that there's another one tomorrow. I'm going to start making them count.

You think, 'Here's something I can hold on to,' but it always slips away.

Have you ever started to wave at someone and then realized they weren’t really waving at you, so you abort and go for a head scratch instead? That’s how I felt.

You're nothing but a product. And what's this product called? Emptiness, dude, that's what it's called. And for the rest of your life, they sell you over and over, right to the end when they package you one last time and plant you in the ground.

I like to think there's more to a person than just one thing.

Besides, it doesn't matter if it's real. It never does with dreams. They aren't anything anyway but lifesavers to cling to so you don't drown. Life is an ocean, and most everyone's hanging on to some kind of dream to keep afloat.