At times like this, I'm thankful I don't feel love.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.

...the man of my dreams is a girl.

Really? It seems too good to be true. I don't trust it. I don't trust anyone.

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.

No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.

What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?

What you see, isn't always what you get

Is that all I am? A friend?" "Of course not," I say. "I love you." "Am I the only one?" she asks. "Yes. Completely." First, last, and always.

There are no gods, no nations, no money and no human rights, except in our collective imagination.

Beauty would save the world.

From today I am no longer a racing driver. I'm retired and I am very happy.

Every building must have... its own soul.

I don't want to just be fully rapping my whole life.

All fatherhood is very important because single mothers shouldn't have to raise sons or daughters; they need that help.

If you fall off track and scarf down an unhealthy meal, that's fine. Eat better the next meal-not the next day.

A contrarian at heart, I am often guided by what I disagree with and don't want.

I'm tired of chasing people.

We know well enough when we're being unjust and despicable. but we don't restrain ourselves because we experience a certain pleasure, a primitive sort of satisfaction in moments like that.