Every world needed an artist.

Earth stuff, Mars boy.

We are what we build

There's no such things as sweet as dreamWell maybe if you live on itBut you could live such a sweet lifeIf you'd just realized how alive your dreams beat

The kiss is neither returned nor exchanged, because it's free. (Le baiser n'est ni repris - Ni échangé, car gratuit.)

The main thing you got to remember is that everything in the world is a hustle.

My wife's married. I'm not.

Eggs! They're not a food, they belong in no group! They're just farts clothed in substance!

I can be humbler than anyone.

Awww," Minho said. "That's almost as sweet as that time she slammed the end of a spear into your shuck face.

I was in the back of the book [in the The Reporter] doing music.