Ever since college, I make friends. They get married. I lose friends.

When that breaks down, and it always does, the dreamer returns to the world.

You’ll need to suffer to make any real art.

Anything you're ever proud of will be thrown away.

Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer, maybe self-destruction is the answer.

You can repeat the same miracles over and over as long as no one remembers the last time.

You tell yourself that noise is what defines silence. Without noise, silence would not be golden.

What you don’t understand you can make mean anything.

The damaged love the damaged. True fact.

That’s how a scary story works. It echoes some ancient fear. It re-creates some forgotten terror.

Really, this whole world is nothing but assholes.

The truth is, every son raised by a single mom is pretty much born married.

Today is the longest day of the year—but anymore, every day is.

Just for the record, the weather today is calm. Calm and resigned and defeated.

You have no idea what's happening, do you?
I'm in love. So kill me.

You have endless ways you can commit suicide without 'dying' dying.