There is no one looking out for us. We are all alone.

There are a lot of things I can take, and a few that I can’t. What I can’t take is when my older brother, who’s everything that I want to be, starts losing faith in things. I saw that look in your eyes last night. I don’t ever want to see that look in your eyes again.

See what you have to ask yourself is what kind of person are you? Are you the kind that sees signs, sees miracles? Or do you believe that people just get lucky?

I knew the moment it happened, it was a miracle. I could have been kissing her when she threw up. It would have scarred me for life. I may never have recovered.

Is it possible that there are no coincidences?

When they see those fourteen lights, they’re looking at a miracle. And deep down, they feel that whatever’s going to happen, there will be someone there to help them. And that fills them with hope.

I like to write in a shroud of secrecy because I have to keep finding ways to scare myself.

Movies will end up being this esoteric art form, where only singular people will put films out in a small group of theaters.

There is no one looking out for us. We are all alone.

Are you in my dream too?

There’s a monster outside my room, can I have a glass of water?