Telekinesis... thought to be the ability to move... or to cause changes... in objects... by force of the mind...?

We hardly left the apartment any more. We didn't know or care if it was day or night. We felt as if we were drifting out to sea, leaving the world far behind us.

That ain’t no Etch-A-Sketch. This is one doodle that can’t be un-did, homeskillet.

I’ve been crying all day. It’s pathetic.

None of this will matter when i’m 38.

You know, not long after my dad died, someone told me that I eat spaghetti the exact same way he did.

Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.

I kind of feel like I'm on drugs when I'm with you. Not that I do drugs. Unless you do drugs. Then I do drugs all the time, every drug.

But do you like me? I want you to be the very best version of yourself that you can be. What if this is the best version?

This is a goddam bitch of an unsatisfactory situation.

I need to go to the shithouse.

Is there a bisexual option available? No, sir. This option is no longer available.

I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talking about.

I wish I didn't care about anything. But I do care. I care about everything too much.

Don’t you swear at me, you little shit! Don’t you ever raise your voice at me! I am your mother!

I've never loved anyone the way I loved you.