Book: Later

I think the people who say that life, like the roads we walk, are choices we make ourselves are notorious liars. Because even if by stairs, even by elevator, we would still get to the third floor.

When you're little, you agree with your mom on everything. Unless she tells you to go to bed. Or eat broccoli.

Sometimes fear is the only way to learn a lesson.

My life is like a Dickens novel, only with obscenities.

Habit is such a thing. Incurable.

When the finger of fate pokes at you, all roads lead to one place.

I don't think anyone can make you feel like complete shit as effectively as your own mother.

Sometimes freshly brewed tea is exactly what you need.

Books are unique portable magic.