You can't screw up your own suicide and then expect the universe to give you presents wrapped in the skin of a wonderful boy. That's just not the way it works.

Hate is a lot like love. It's warm and fills you up until every part of you is tingling to release it.

You know those primitive tribal people who believed a camera could steal your soul? Turns out they were right.

This night felt like a last hurrah, like we could blaze our brightest, at the apex of our insane adolescence. This was our Mardi Gras before the dark days of Lent.

He looks like the kind of boy who would jump trains, strum guitars, and pass a joint.

The past is past. You tried to kill yourself. So what? I humped a couch in season twelve. We all have our skeletons.

One chance missing, makes losing more chances.

I do not want to get rid of the safety net, I want to get rid of dependency.

To glorify the cult of images (my great, my only, my earliest passion).

Certain peer pressures encourage little fingers to learn how to hold a football instead of a crayon. I confess to having yielded to these pressures.

I'm just doing what I wanted to and what feels right and not settling for bullshit and it worked. How can they be mad at that?

My coach once told me "there's no "I" in "team." I responded there's also no "I" in "hackneyed." Then I had to run 12 laps.

The God of this world is riches, pleasure and pride.

Creativity involves the depth of a mind, and many, many depths of unconsciousness.

To get up each morning with the resolve to be happy is to set your own conditions to the events of each day. To do this is to condition circumstances instead of being conditioned by them.