We’re betrayed by everything we do. Our art. Our children. But we were here. We are still here.

We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heros or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it's our job to invent something better.

Some people still think they run their own lives.

The first time for everything. The incomplete inventory of my crimes. Just another incomplete in my life full of incompletes.

Anybody's true nature is bullshit. There is no human soul. Emotion is bullshit. Love is bullshit. And I'm dragging Paige down the hallway.
We live and we die and anything else is just delusion. It's just passive chick bullshit about feelings and sensitivity. Just made-up subjective emotional crap. There is no soul. There is no God. There's just decisions and disease and death.

ACCORDING TO PLATO, we live chained inside a dark cave. We’re chained so all we can see is the back wall of the cave. All we can see are the shadows that move there. They could be the shadows of something moving outside the cave.
They could be the shadows of people chained next to us.

"Getting fired," Tyler says, "is the best thing that could happen to any of us. That way, we'd quit treading water and do something with our lives."

This is how it is with insomnia. Everything is so far away, a copy of a copy of a copy. The insomnia distance of everything, you can't touch anything and nothing can touch you.

Hell, Miss Leroy says, there’s things you see happen worse than getting killed.

The past, the future, life on other planets, everything is such an extension, such a projection of life as we know it.

By the time you're thirty, your worst enemy is yourself.
Another thing she said was,
"The Enlightenment is over. What we're living in now is the Dis-Enlightenment."

Mr. Whittier says: “Maybe we’re living the exact way we’re meant to live.” Maybe our factory planet is processing our souls. . . just fine.

This I know. This is my life.

"All you can talk about is trash that's already happened."
She says, "You can't base your life on the past or the present."
Brandy says, "You have to tell me about your future."

There are no ghosts. When you die, you're dead. There's no afterlife. People who claim they can see ghosts are just looking for attention. People who believe in reincarnation are just postponing their lives.