For six months I couldn't sleep. With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.

“What you have to understand, is your father was your model for God.”

“We thought all this teach­ing was to make us smart. What it did was make us stu…”

“Potassium cyanide," says the talent wrangler as she leans over to pick up a pap…”

“Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. And I used to be such a nice guy.”