The things you own end up owning you.
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.
It was that night I discovered that most things you consider evil or wicked are simply lonely, and lacking in the social niceties.
A man tells his stories so many times that he becomes the stories. They live on after him, and in that way he becomes immortal.
It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
Everybody's there, and I mean everybody. And the strange thing is, there's not a sad face to be found, everyone's just so happy to see you.