At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do.

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

If I didn’t think, I’d be much happier.

If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.

I ride earth's burning carousel. Day in, day out.

What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.

Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.

I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell.

Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.

A selfie is nothing more than just an external reflection of yourself

People assume that computers will do everything that humans do. Not good. People are different from each other and they are all really different from computers.

Some days I feel like a piano: kind of short, always in black & white, always expected to produce music.

Although the constant shadow of certain death looms over everyday, the pleasures and joys of life can be so fine and affecting that the heart is nearly stilled in astonishment.

Love is like water. If it doesn't flow, it stagnates.

Age and treachery will always overcome youth and skills.

I'm more interested in, you know, SpaceX and Tesla, what's going to happen with our intergalactic possibilities.

I suppose real old age begins when one looks backward rather than forward

Not knowing is half the fun," Aphrodite said, "Exquisitely painful isn't it? Not being sure who you love and who loves you? Oh, you kids! It's so cute I'm going to cry!

A mother's example sketches the outline of her child's character.