There’s only a bunch of nows happening.

I built an empire out of cardboard and belief.

I don’t think anything could happen to me that I don’t deserve. 

 Maybe the gorilla I’m trying to kill is my masculine tendencies.

 We're the perfect specimen… but then I’m all, like, fat and gross. 

The beach is beautiful because it doesn’t care. 

We’re perfect the way we are.

Just remember, you’re floating.

This is a crime of the soul.

Most of life is suffering and work… and then the few moments of beauty.