You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.

Breakfast at Tiffany's

I used to be young and free Worried about my legacy Now I'm aged and alone I'm getting old and growing up, Is not what it's cracked up to be We're just names in stone

The Cab

Everybody lies.

House

It's your life Don't you let em tell you when to bat your eyes You're the only one who's gonna sacrifice Makes no difference if you're right or wrong Take that ride

Kings of Leon

Ladore was more than I could have asked for.