As long as you don't kill someone or seriously maim them, sure, it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks as long as you have a good time.

I didn't let what I wanted to do become a made up memory that I looked back on years down the road and wished it was real.

Honestly, if I stay on this gruelling path, I'm going to end up as another suicide statistic.

I must have appeared like a real bad boy in Christy's eyes. Well, at least a bad boy by home and away standards.

It wasn't a glorious or grand act of misadventure but it was a start. It wasn't what I should have done but it was what I truly wanted to do.

A fight needs at least two fighters. Sometimes you can win straight away by not fighting.

Someone who lives vicariously will never be truly happy because they're not happy with themselves.

If you're not happy with yourself, how can you even begin to figure out if another person makes you happy, annoyed, angry, sad and so on.

This is your chance. Are you going to cower and make excuses or are you going to do what you really want to do?

It seemed, at that point, my greed and cunningness were being rewarded.

She'd been fed anti-consumerist bullshit by her parents but didn't understand simple economics.

When you tire of living, change itself seems evil, does it not? for then any change at all disturbs the deathlike peace of the life-weary.

If you lack joy, your Christianity must be leaking somewhere

Many militarists would like to see California's votes vanish from the national electoral system, which would then become more Republican.

Books everywhere. On the shelves and on the small space above the rows of books and all along the floor and under chairs, books that I have read, books that I have not read.

Having grown up watching Barcelona, Elen gets a bit annoyed watching me if I don't do flicks and tricks like Ronaldinho. I have to explain you can't do that all the time in a game!

The greatest mania of all is passion: and I am a natural slave to passion: the balance between my brain and my soul and my body is as wild and delicate as the skin of a Ming vase.

We called [my son] Gary "Little Herschel" when he was in middle school - but then he didn't grow any taller. He ended up playing golf and being a really nice golfer.

Rain is my lover, my apple strudel. / It haunts my heels like a pedigreed poodle. / Beyond the seas or across the nation, / It follows me faithful on every vacation.

And the real thing can kill you whether you believe in it or not.

Tomorrow comes after the dark