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There's no point to any of this. It's all just a...a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know...a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter becomes a cackle. And I sit back, and I...I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt. — Troy Dyer · 1994
There's no point to any of this. It's all just a...a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know...a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter becomes a cackle. And I sit back, and I...I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt. — Troy Dyer · 1994
Trifles make the sum of life. — Charles Dickens · 1850
It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important. — Arthur Conan Doyle · 1891
Raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens, Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens, Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things. — Rodgers and Hammerstein · 1959
There's no point to any of this. It's all just a...a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know...a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter becomes a cackle. And I sit back, and I...I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt. — Troy Dyer · 1994
There's no point to any of this. It's all just a...a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know...a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter becomes a cackle. And I sit back, and I...I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt. — Troy Dyer · 1994