Long Week. Long Month. Long Life.

The Future Will Erase Everything--there's No Level Of Fame Or Genius That Allows You To Transcend Oblivion. The Infinite Future Makes That Kind Of Mattering Impossible.

The Labyrinth Blows, But I Choose It.

I Feel Like Crying, So I Must Be Crying, But It's Impossible To Tell Because I'm Underwater.

I Don't Really Want To Be The Costar Of Anyone's Life.

In The End, What You Do Isn't Going To Be Nearly As Interesting Or Important As Who You Do It With.