The return of my birthday, if I remember it, fills me with thoughts which it seems to be the general care of humanity to escape.
“It's funny how all of this has worked out - I wasn't popular in high school, but now every drunken guy in the United States wants to be my pal. They all want to buy me a shot, and pretty soon I'm throwing up.”
“After 12 years, the old butterflies came back. Well, I guess at my age you call them moths.”