It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
The things you own end up owning you.
If you want me to keep my mouth shut, it's gonna cost you some dough. I figure a thousand bucks is reasonable, so I want two.
If I'd known we were gonna cast our feelings into words, I'd've memorized the Song of Solomon.
This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.
Nobody knows anybody. Not that well.