When You Are A Kid,

When Someone You Love Dies, You Don't Lose Them All At Once. You Lose Them In Pieces Over Time, Like How The Mail Stops Coming.

The Inner Child Runs Rampant. They're Just Smaller, That's All.

Ultimately, We’re Not The Avatars We Create. We’re Not The Pictures On The Film Stock. We Are The Light That Shines Through It. All Else Is Just Smoke And Mirrors. Distracting, But Not Truly Compelling.

I Think I Could Go Away Tomorrow. I've Already Accomplished Something. It's Such A Selfish Business That Sometimes I Get Sick Of Myself.

If We (lauren And Jim) Ever Get Married, We're Just Going To Put Helmets On, Run Into Each Other From A Hundred Yards, And Smash Together Like Rams