The Lucky Ones Are Just Born Dead.

You're Not Getting This Back You Know. Consider It An Asshole Tax.

I Will Never Write A Sequel To Anything That I Will Ever Write.

For Six Months I Couldn't Sleep. With Insomnia, Nothing's Real. Everything Is Far Away. Everything Is A Copy Of A Copy Of A Copy.

To Merely Observe Your Culture Without Contributing To It Seems Very Close To Existing As A Ghost.

The Lower You Fall, The Higher You'll Fly.