We are children of slime, our teeth break bone, suck marrow, we live on others; we devour their lives without ever seeing their faces. The magic of money and commerce keeps them far away, their screams unheard.

When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.

I think that we're all mentally ill. Those of us outside the asylums only hide it a little better - and maybe not all that much better after all.

What we like to think of ourselves and what we really are rarely have much in common....

We never cease wanting what we want, whether it's good for us or not.

We fool ourselves so much we could do it for a living.

If we don't have each other, we go crazy with loneliness. When we do, we go crazy with togetherness.

We'll just have to get along. That's what people do, you know? They just get along. And try to help each other.

We all do what we can, and it has to be good enough, and if it isn't good enough, it has to do.