A machine! I have become a machine! It has taken over my life. How ironic! In a world of freedom and independence, my entire life now depends on a machine!

The limbo of life is like a song, a melody that comes around occasionally but that sticks in your head and never goes away.

Time is self absorbed, takes what it wants and doesn't return the favor. It is greedy, its pockets full of the lives of those left behind. It is a magician and a thief.

Trapped, cutting herself against the jagged edges of her emotions, she was a prisoner of her own spirit.

Do not try to understand. What I feel for you cannot be limited to words. I know that you have moved on with your life, yet I stand here, frozen in the midst of your spirit.

In this game against fate, I am losing. Miserably.

There was not an inch of solid ground anywhere in the world for me to call my own. I didn't belong anywhere. Had I disappeared, no one would have noticed.

I don't know where I am- somewhere between heaven and hell, a place of utter terror and endless confusion.

Every man seeks the life he thinks he deserves.

I refuse to stay a prisoner to my body. I am going to free myself.

A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual doom.

The absence of wish, to analysis yourself, the surrounding world, and what you are doing. Is the logical, and philosophical proof, of zombie mind, and consciousness.

My parents were willing to let me follow my nose, do what I wanted to do, and they supported my interest by buying the books that I wanted for birthdays and Christmas, almost always poetry books.

Photographers have already photographed everything too many times, except cheese.

I'm just going to go out there knowing my teammates are depending on me to get the job done. I've got to go out and get it done, no letting down.

The chief merit of language is clearness, and we know that nothing detracts so much from this as do unfamiliar terms.

It is simply impossible to control a large painting with the edge in the same way that you can control a small one.

Light is the first of painters. There is no object so foul that intense light will not make it beautiful.

Mine is an enthusiastic and dionysian pessimism, like a flame that sets my vital exuberance ablaze, that mocks at any theoretical, scientific or moral prison.

A successful business is created before there is a business.