Getting high used to be like how you imagine heaven. Pure light. The perfection of it all. Even in me. Then I got lost. Kept trying to climb higher. Get closer to that light. Like an endless ladder where all you do is get further and further away.
Nobody is as perfect as they seem.
I know you like everything to be fine and happy and perfect all the time, but you don’t have to be perfect with me.[to Charlie]
Can’t make a perfect world. No matter what, s*** happens.
All children are perfect only if we can teach them well.
You cannot have eternity, nor can you own perfection. You merely borrow it, with interest.
You can’t expect to be perfect all the time. It doesn’t happen, ever, for anyone.[to Shaun]
You are perfect just the way you are.[to Erin]
We are perfect together, we are perfectly imperfect.[to Beth]
The thing about cross-breeding dogs, you get the right genes, you can get a perfect creation. But it doesn’t matter how perfect they are. It’s not enough.
Photographs are so ironically impermanent. They capture one moment in time to perfection. A painting can capture eternity.
Perfection only lives in little moments. Can’t be sustained over hours.
