Life isn’t a fairy tale. It’s a competitive sport. Right and wrong, there’s no such thing. There are only winners and losers.
Life is really different when you grow up in a family of outlaws.
Life is plenty hard, you don’t need to help it.[to Beth]
Life is nothing but an endless agonizing free-fall into death, devoid of any hope. There’s no reason, there’s no plan… We are, all of us, utterly alone.
Life is miserable. Go and take the joy when it comes along.[to Pam]
Life is just getting too weird too fast.
Life is insane. It is madness. And the sooner you understand that, the better off you’ll be.[to Lenore]
Life is hard. Sometimes the pain of loss or whatever is so acute, you don’t know how you’re gonna go on or why. And then you find a reason or a reason finds you. Someone needs you. You find love, a purpose.
Life is better if you have faith in the people around you.
Life is a series of embarrassments. Bosses humiliating you, your wife nagging you all the time, going off to fight in the one war where you’re the bad guy.[to John]
Life is a series of building blocks that you stand on and you grow on.
Life is a lot of things. Fair isn’t on the list.[to Barry]