In a mad world, only the mad are sane.
High off her love, drunk from her hate..
We don’t know how much time we got left, it doesn’t seem worth it to spend it with someone you don’t love.
Even as the cure, you’re still the fucking problem.
Like a moth to a flame she always returns to me.
God doesn’t have to lead our lives and he doesn’t have to walk in our shoes.
People in New York love having roof parties.
For everything that’s wonderful, there’s something wicked, too.
You don’t have to know every turn of the road to walk down it
You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.
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