Falling in love happens so suddenly that it seems, all at once, that you have always been in love.

When you are mad, mad like this, you don't know it. Reality is what you see. When what you see shifts, departing from anyone else's reality, it's still reality to you.

But new love only lasts so long, and then you crash back into the real people you are, and from as high as we were, it's a very long fall, and we hit the ground with a thud.

I get absolutely shitfaced. I am shitfaced and hyper and ten years old. I am having the time of my life.

Because I'm not, in fact, depressed, Prozac makes me manic and numb - one of the reasons I slice my arm in the first place is that I'm coked to the gills on something utterly wrong for what I have.

My brain sometimes departs from the agreed-upon reality, and my private reality is a very lonely place. But in the end, I'm not sure I wish I'd never gone there.

Dont tout «avoir» effectif doit tirer son prestige immédiat et sa fonction dernière.

Sin, in its simplest definition, is the misuse or abuse of anything GOD created.

I'd rather attempt to do something great and fail than to attempt to do nothing and succeed.

We could hardly believe that after so many ordeals, after all the trials of modern skepticism, there was still so much left in our souls to destroy.

There's no doubt that probably at least once a week, maybe once a day, I said, "Ah, I should have done that better."

The function of the imagination is not to make strange things settled, so much as to make settled things strange.

I thought, while they're up and firm, why not shoot them once or twice.

A free man will ask neither what his country can do for him nor what he can do for his country.

Two wrongs don't make a right.

I spend so much time hating (my body) but it never says a bad word about me