I don't think I'd give advice. That never pays off. That's always a bad idea. If they follow your advice and it doesn't work out, or if they don't follow your advice, somehow you're on the hook for it.

A certain giving up of control is good for the soul.

Listen to me: die after me, all right? I don't care what else you do, where you go, how you screw up your life, just... survive. Outlive me, please.

We're all just people, some of us accidentally connected by genetics, a random selection of cells. Nothing more.

Divorce is an embarrassing public admission of defeat.

I don't think I'd give advice. That never pays off. That's always a bad idea. If they follow your advice and it doesn't work out, or if they don't follow your advice, somehow you're on the hook for it.

I like Shakespeare, but I never know what the hell is going on.