Jason Myers Quotes

Life is about accumulating a group of stories so rich and interesting that they'll serve you well beyond the time that whatever career you have has ended. That's what this day-to-day shit is really about. The accumulation of amazing stories and having the bruises to show for them.

Fuck everyone's apologies. I'm sick of hearing them. No one is sorry about anything. None of us care that much to be sorry about anything.

You don't confront people about things that are out of your control. You bury it inside and you move the fuck on. That's how you deal with shit. It makes you stronger. That's why I'm not weak like my mother.
Laura.
"What?"
We're all fucking weak.

Maybe if I leave again, I'll be able to forget about everything.

Guy: What has nine arms and sucks?
Me: What?
Guy: Def Leppard.

Dude: What do Pink Floyd and Dale Earnhardt have in common?
Me: The wall was their last hit.

Sometimes life is a constant battle against the nostalgia of a time that can never be real again.

We hole up in my room with Chinese food (crab Rangoon, kung pao chicken, wonton soup).

Everything I tried to put back together. Everything I tried to build back up. All of it begins to break apart.
Just like that.
It cracks and it falls and it shreds into a million fucking pieces and when I open my eyes, it's just me and it's just Chris.

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way..

Sometimes not telling people anything is a good thing.

With Me, I want the Bank of America to know that I'm fucking alive.

All of that work and all of that time just for nothing, and maybe that's how things have to be sometimes.

I'm afraid to.
Claire moves the pillow to her side of the bed. "Afraid to do what?"
To sleep. I'm afraid that if I fall asleep, I'll lose this feeling. I'll start dreaming and everything good that's just happened will mean nothing.

But even though it feels awesome to be back with her, to have her next to me silhouetted by the stars, there is still a certain emptiness here, and something still feels a little bit off.

He'll get what he deserves one day." Leaning even closer to me, Natalie whispers, "We all fucking will.

If you're such a shallow person that a goddamn bumper sticker can sum up your beliefs, then Jesus Christ, are you even worth fighting for in the end?

Do you guys ever feel like you're locked inside a car that's moving really fast?

"What kinda car?" Chris asks.

Like a fucking red Monte Carlo with a black racing stripe cutting through the middle of it, and there's some superintense Fantomas shit jolting from the car speakers, like Mike Patton and Buzz Osbourne just completely losing it, but no steering wheel. The car doesn't have one. And the car is so out of control, right? It's swerving all over the road, and you're crying, pounding your fists against the window trying to jump out of it, trying to bail from it, and then all of these people start popping up on the road, like your parents and your sister and your friends, and the car is playing human dodgeball with them. It's trying to not run anyone over, but it's not slowing down, either, and then some junkie babe pops up in the middle of the road and the car destroys her, leaving her mangled body in its burnt rubber path, and then it keeps on going and going even though it can't maintain anything close to the same speed.

It's really starting to get to me and I'm not sure how to handle it because I can't remember ever letting anything get to me before. I can't remember ever feeling this fucking vulnerable.

But nothing lasts forever. This city is changing for the worse. Sure it's getting bigger and it looks nicer, but the novelties are disappearing. The culture is fading. This isn't progress, kid. It's neighborhood genocide. You think about that.

My grandma has fake teeth but her smile is real

What the fuck is love anyway?
Is it a phone call the next morning?
Is it picking up a hundred-dollar-meal tab?
Is it flowers on the fifth date?
Or is it sleeping on the wet spot?

This country life doesn't look so bad from the window. It melts your heart. It warms your soul.lets you think about the possibility of quiet and how quiet is beautiful when seen through the proper lenses and mind-set.

The range of emotions and the masks people wear. The meaning underneath the meaning underneath the meaning that can't truly explain anything.

I want to go back.
"Why?"
Because it's the only thing I know.

When you lose your daydreams, you lose the only place you have where life can actually be perfect.

It's like you dug a hole and threw me into it with you, and this is the only way I can get out of it!

Jaime,' he said. 'You know your mother.'
'Right. I do. At least she's consistent,' I said.

I saw your truth and I wanted you to stay,
And for the first time ever, I found comfort.

It's nice to live in that world inside your head that abides by your little idealist wishes, ya know, where everyone is straight up about their intentions and never uses people or lies about anything. But seriously, that ain't how this shit works, and the quicker you get that and stop throwing these rushed judgments onto people who are living a life that you have no fucking clue about what it feels to live, then you'll actually be ready for the shit that's gonna get tossed your way. Once you get that people are always gonna let you down and hurt you in some capacity, that's when you actually start to cultivate something real with them.

Don't you think you can right your wrongs, Laura? That you can make things better by trying to get back to everything you lost?

That's how this world works. To get a lot, you have to at least give a little. You have to make a concentrated effort to let it be known that you'll do whatever it takes to get ahead."
Pause.
My father takes a drink from his beer while I stare at him.
Smirking, continuing, he says, "Once you accept this fact of life, you'll be able to do whatever you want to do and have anything you want to have.

For sure I'll spot you the loot because you got kicked out of your parents' house for ripping them off. Really, it's no problem.

It's weird. I never knew how much I had to hate about myself until I had the time to think about it.

It's the same dress that girl wears when she loses her virginity in the backseat of some shitty Honda that smells like Newport cigarettes and Boone's Farm wine while a Jewel song plays from the speakers.

Nothing makes sense anymore."
I start sweating.
"Everything spun out of control.

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You do the shittiest things to the people you love the most. That's just the way it is. You always hurt the people you care about the most.

Everything has fallen apart.
Claire stops laughing suddenly and takes a drag. She says, Shit, Travis. Like anything was ever put together in the first place.

That's why I get mad when I watch this show," he says. "It's simple, dude. Everything is way too simple.

As much as I want her by my side forever, I think an even more terrifying prospect than losing her is me standing in the way of her full potential.

I'm not that. You of all people should know that. You should know that I would only destroy those good things about her.
"Or maybe you're just scared," she says.