By the time you're thirty, your worst enemy is yourself.

We've spent so much time judging what other people created that we've created very, very little of our own.

I used rebellion as a way to hide out. We use criticism as a fake participation.

Those who forget the past are condemned to repeat it.

We've taken the world apart but we have no idea what to do with the pieces.

I feel my heart ache, but I've forgotten what that feeling means.