Life happens. Shit happens. And it happens a lot. To a lot of people.

The essential truth of life, he was coming to realize, wasn't romantic an took only two words to label: Shit. Happens.

It's hard to really look at somebody and go: "Hey, maybe something nice will happen." You just don't-- I know too much about life to have any optimism, because I know even if it's nice, it's going to lead to shit. I know that if you smile at somebody and they smile back, you've just decided that something shitty is going to happen.

If shit was a currency, we would all be rich.

You never knew the last time you were seeing someone. You didn't know when the last argument happened, or the last time you had sex, or the last time you looked into their eyes and thanked God they were in your life.
After they were gone?
That was all you thought about.
Day and night.

Shit happens. Doesn't mean you have to step in it. But if you do I would buy a new pair of shoes.