I bet you could sometimes find all the mysteries of the universe in someone's hand.
I live in an ecotone. Employment must coexist with goofing off. Responsibility must coexist with irresponsibility.
Words could be like food - they felt like something in your mouth. They tasted like something.
I was getting an A for work. But not for talent. The story of my life.
One summer night I fell asleep hoping the world would be different when I woke. In the morning, when I opened my eyes, the world was the same.
Wow, a world without darkness. How beautiful was that?
How could I have ever been ashamed of loving Dante Quintana?
Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that season would ever live inside of me.
When I was a boy, I used to wake up thinking that the world was ending.
Listen, the road to happiness is a long fucking road trip. You can't take
The freeway. Back roads, buddy, that's all you got. Unpaved back roads
And bad weather. Storms, baby. Don't expect to get there fast.
And don't expect yourself or your car to arrive in mint condition.
For the music to be over so soon. For the music to be over when it had just begun. That was really sad.
People who have monsters recognize each other. They know each other without even saying a word.
Healthy people have healthy boundaries. Unhealthy people, well, let’s not get into that. It’s like this: some people have walls which means they let no one in. This equals unhealthy. Some people let everyone in and let themselves be stepped all over. This equals unhealthy.