Childhood was a fantastic country to live in.
To hell with tomorrow. To hell with all problems and barriers. Nothing matters but the Spectacular Now.
Books seem a little old-fashioned, but hey, I can do old-fashioned if it's good.
The only way you're going to get something to last in this world is to work at it
It's more like I was daydreaming when the Supreme Being told me what I should do with my life, and it's too late to ask what it was.
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.