I'm moving to Nevada. Either there or kill myself.

We knew our days were numbered. We had fouled up our lives and we were getting ready for a shake-up.

There was this funny thing of anything could happen now that we realized everything had.

This is awful. I don't know what's going to happen to me or to anyone else in the world.

For a long time I wanted to do the kind of work my dad did. He was going to ask his foreman at the mill to put me on after I graduated. So I worked at the mill for about six months. But I hated the work and knew from the first day I didn't want to do that for the rest of my life.

Dreams, you know, are what you wake up from.