There are all sorts of different families[…]They may not see each other for days, weeks, months or even years at a time. But if there’s love, dear…those are the ties that bind, and you’ll have a family in your heart, forever.

The world’s my oyster, except for the fact that I just rammed a wooden stake in my brother’s heart because he turned into a vampire, even though I don’t believe in vampires. Aside from that unfortunate business, everything’s hunky-dory.

I’m sorry for calling you an inanimate object. I was upset.

It was like a message from God: “Honesty doesn’t pay, sucker.” 

It wants to… turn me into something else. That’s not too terrible is it? Most people would give anything to be turned into something else.

We’re not bad people. We just come from a bad place.

Control is an illusion, you infantile egomaniac. Nobody knows what’s gonna happen next. Not on a freeway, not in an aeroplane, not inside our own bodies, and certainly not on a racetrack with 40 other infantile egomaniacs. Nobody knows and nobody controls anything.

I just feel like everyone tries to do something different, but they always wind up doing the same damn thing.

Honey, the only thing you have to be at age 23 is yourself.