A certain giving up of control is good for the soul.

All women need makeup. Don't let anybody tell you different. The only woman who was pretty enough to go without makeup was Elizabeth Taylor and she wore a ton.

My last refuge, my books: simple pleasures, like finding wild onions by the side of a road, or requited love.

Thank God we can't tell the future. We'd never get out of bed.

Divorce is an embarrassing public admission of defeat.

The window shades have all been removed. Nighttime is now free to encroach.

I don't know what it says about me that I have a greater affinity with the damaged. Probably nothing good.

Time wounds all heals.

Listen to me: die after me, all right? I don't care what else you do, where you go, how you screw up your life, just... survive. Outlive me, please.

If you're not entertaining, what the hell's the point?

We're all just people, some of us accidentally connected by genetics, a random selection of cells. Nothing more.

As long as one sees faults with the world, he prevails in the knowledge of the senses. The inner purification has not yet occurred in him.

You have to trust someone before you can have rituals with them.

Every small good deed counts.

If emotional issues remain unaddressed over long periods of time, sometimes they can manifest as physical blocks or disease.

The Road has two rules only: begin and continue.

Wasting away again in Margaritaville, searching for my lost shaker of salt.

The key to getting out of the boat is hearing the voice of God.

Strictly speaking, every citizen above a certain level of income is guilty of some offense.

Just pity him, my boy. Tomorrow we'll be on our way, but he'll have to keep his own disagreeable company until the day he dies.

I converted a family-owned strip club into an improvisational acting theater.