I know I will die in a car crash.

I'm so loud, as if I know what I'm on about, but deep inside, I'm so insecure. Just a little girl.

What the fuck happened to you? [...] You look like you lost a fight with a lamprey. Hickey, hickey...bruise, bruise, bruise...bite. I thought that thing on your neck the other day was just a fluke. I guess not--looks like you get off on picking up a few souvenirs when you...get off. ~Crash

Fire can destroy, but it can also create-provide warmth, protection.

Being born into the world is the greatest crapshoot there is.

Mrs. Winalski owned a candy-apple-red 1965 Mustang GT convertible, and she drove it like she could die at any minute and needed to get five things done before that happened.