Belane, are you nuts?" Who knows? Insanity is comparative. Who sets the norm?

Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.

The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.

Find what you love and let it kill you.

If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.

Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

Sometimes I feel as if we are all trapped in a movie. We know our lines, where to walk, how to act, only there is no camera. Yet, we can't break out of the movie. And it's a bad one.

You have to die a few times before you can really live.

I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn't a nightmare.

I lost a horse today.''That sounds careless. What happened?''She jumped off a cliff.''A cliff! Is that normal?

When I'm on the road, I'll break my exercise into a cardio session and a weights session.

Whenever one does extraordinary things, someone is bound to try to repeat them for themselves. It's the way of the world.

Never try to make the same record twice, even when people are screaming for the same sound.

Recordar: To remember; from the Latin records, to pass back through the heart

Without friendship and the openness and trust that go with it, skills are barren and knowledge may become an unguided missile.

No: war material is life-saving for one's own people and whoever works and performs in these spheres can be proud of it; here enterprise as a whole finds its highest justification of existence.

Poets are always taking the weather so personally.

As I review my life, I feel I must have missed the point, either then or now.

The love of wicked men converts to fear; That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both To worthy danger and deserved death.