Don't take life too seriously; No one gets out alive.
You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me.
I'm not a complete idiot -- Some parts are missing.
God must love stupid people; He made so many.
Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?
He who dies with the most toys is nonetheless dead.
The trouble with life is there's no background music.
I tend to make up my own music in my head; goes with the voices.
I'm not quite comfortable with you yet so I'll get deeper later on, after all, isn't that part of the reason for spilling ones guts? We all think the same stuff, mostly, but how many ever say anything?
