“Everything dies. Everything. You were born with a terminal disease, just like everything else that has ever existed. You, your lamp, the sun, and the Bee Gees all have that in common.” — Johnny B. Truant Copy Share Image
“Maurice laid down all of his cards, then said, Gin. Reginald looked up into Maurice's face and said, I thought we were playing poker… — Johnny B. Truant Copy Share Image
“In fact, it should matter to you more than it currently does. If you knew how small you are and how short a time… — Johnny B. Truant Copy Share Image
“Nobody's going to give you the gift of awesome. Nobody's going to make you good, or great, or amazing, or epic. Nobody's going to… — Johnny B. Truant Copy Share Image
“You'd think we're never going to die, the way we cower and second-guess and fret over each little action. We act like what we… — Johnny B. Truant Copy Share Image
“Reginald could tell by the way she jumped when anyone dropped anything that she wanted her money back for the broken promises of adulthood… — Johnny B. Truant Copy Share Image
“I think it’s because as our lives become less and less genuine, we require bigger and bigger thrills to scare us, for just a… — Johnny B. Truant Copy Share Image
“In it, the currency is time. The more time you have, the longer you live. When you go broke, you don’t move into a… — Johnny B. Truant Copy Share Image
“We’ll never create a utopia, because it’s impossible to define good without having bad to compare it to. There is no pleasure without pain.… — Johnny B. Truant Copy Share Image
“The more we try to eliminate the negatives in life, the more we consequently eliminate the positives.” — Johnny B. Truant Copy Share Image
