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I'm seriously going to die right now.

I conside skateboarding an art form, a lifestyle and a sport.

I've committed to nothing... and that's just suicide by tiny, tiny increments.

I've been thinking with my guts since I was fourteen years old, and frankly speaking, between you and me, I have come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains.

It's a mystery of human chemistry and I don't understand it, some people, as far as their senses are concerned, just feel like home.

It's not what you like but what you are like that's important.

It's no wonder we're all such a mess, is it? We're like Tom Hanks in Big. Little boys and girls trapped in adult bodies and forced to get on with it.

My friends don't seem to be friends at all but people whose phone numbers I haven't lost.

People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands - literally thousands - of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss.

That's why; he's worried about how his life is turning out, and he's lonely, and lonely people are the bitterest of them all.

It's brilliant, being depressed; you can behave as badly as you like.

You can't be careful on a skateboard.

Turns out, when you projectile vomit on skates, you roll right into the spray.

Skateboarding helps a ton with balance, precision, with air awareness... it gets your senses to be spot-on and it's also a great way to take my mind off things.

I trip walking down the stairs, but I can skate them probably.

I'm very good at the past. It's the present I can't understand.

Sometimes I got so bored of trying to touch her breast that I would try to touch her between her legs. It was like trying to borrow a dollar, getting turned down, and asking for 50 grand instead.

I don't even feel as if I'm the center of my own world, so how am I supposed to feel as though I'm the center of anyone else's?

Rob, top five musical crimes perpetuated by Stevie Wonder in the '80s and '90s. Go. Sub-question: is it in fact unfair to criticize a formerly great artist for his latter day sins, is it better to burn out or fade away?

The making of a great compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do and takes ages longer than it might seem. You gotta kick off with a killer, to grab attention. Then you got to take it up a notch, but you don't wanna blow your wad, so then you got to cool it off a notch. There are a lot of rules. Anyway... I've started to make a tape... in my head... for Laura. Full of stuff she likes. Full of stuff that make her happy. For the first time I can sort of see how that is done.

Being gay was a bit like the Olympics: It disappeared in ancient times, and then they brought it back in the twentieth century.

Knowing that you want to die makes you less scared.

There's nothing you can't f up if you try hard enough.

Most people have a rope that ties them to someone, and that rope can be short or it can be long. (Be long. Belong. Get it?) You don't know how long, though. It's not your choice.

I fell in love with football as I was later to fall in love with women: suddenly, inexplicably, uncritically, giving no thought to the pain or disruption it would bring with it.

Concussions aren't great, but as long as you have them before you're 50, it's cool. And Knoxville's 49, so we're good.

Hi sweetie, I'm gonna inseminate you artificially... maybe for real if you play your cards right.

I think I'm a little concussed.

You don't matter... in fact, in about 20 seconds you're not even gonna be matter.

There's no such thing as a "pretty good" gator wrestler!

Walk until the darkness is a memory, and you become the sun on the next traveler's horizon.