Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.

Anymore, no one's mind is their own.

If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?

We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it's our job to invent something better.

You are not your job, you're not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. You are all singing, all dancing crap of the world.

I hate how I don't feel real enough unless people are watching.