As I grow up, I wonder how important my life will be. As I progress through life, I do what I think is right. When I am old and on the brink of death, i look back at my life's work and ask myself: Was it really all worth it?

Why is it everyone stares at people who are crazy? Hell, who isn't crazy anymore? The ones in the asylums are the sane ones, they don't have to work AND they get free meals.

Why are we here? What is our purpose in life? What are we supposed to do? The more important question is, will we be able to do it once we know what it is?

When the world ends, and i am the last one standing here, my only question will be: was it worth surviving? or should i have been the first one to die?

Everyone has at least one problem. it's how severe that problem is that determines whether that person is crazy or not.

All people have a destiny in life. the question is, do you keep trying to achieve that destiny or do you tell the almighty beings above to shove it?

Life is an endurance test of how much unbearable pain a person can take. the longer you live, the higher you score.

Music is a language everyone understands.