I liked projects where I could take things apart and figure out exactly how they worked. The problem is, you can't do that with people.

That's the problem with life. You never get enough time to stare at your ceiling and try to figure out what's going on.

Sometimes you just have those days where everything goes wrong. But sometimes, and totally unexpectedly, something can go right.

You may wonder how I managed to make these friends. Well, I will tell you. Making friends is actually not that hard when you drop every single one of your standards.

People are who they are and, try as you might, you cannot make them be what you want them to be.

I believe that a person's taste in music tells you a lot about them. In some cases, it tells you everything you need to know.

This wasn't how I imagined things going. But imagination is so often no match for the absurdity, the randomness, the tragedy of reality.

Throughout it all, you are still, always, you: beautiful and bruised, known and unknowable. And isn't that - just you - enough?

Throughout it all, you are still, always, you: beautiful and bruised, known and unknowable.

Some people were nice to you simply because they liked you.

People have to create some sort of art so they have something to think about other than their shitty lives.

Teamwork makes the dream work

The quarrels of friends are the opportunities of foes.

But the nature of the universe is such that ends can never justify means. On the contrary, the means always determine the end.

At the beginning and the middle and the end of all things, there is only the perfection of enlightenment that is nirvana.

The owl flies, in the moonlight, over a field where the wounded cry out. Like the owl, I fly in the night over my own misfortune.

We discovered how much money influences certain things work in United States. How things might seem okay on the outside, but internally, they're corrupt.

Each man lives love in his limited fashion and does not seem to relate the resultant confusion and loneliness to his lack of knowledge about love.

I decided to be the best and the smartest.

Sport is not my thing.

The sky was the colour of sad weddings.