He promised us that everything would be okay. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be okay. That did not make my father a liar. It made him my father.

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.

There's nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.

So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also means you have to let them go!

The mistakes I've made are dead to me. But I can't take back the things I never did.

Why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.

Why do beautiful songs make you sad?' 'Because they aren't true.' 'Never?' 'Nothing is beautiful and true.

Songs are as sad as the listener.

Sometimes people who seem good end up being not as good as you might have hoped, you know?

I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live.

We spent our lives making livings.

The eidolons started pounding on the door. 'Who is it?' Leo called. 'Valdez!''Valdez who?

There are many kinds of joy, but they all lead to one: the joy to be loved.

Male experience is what patriarchal culture uses to represent human experience, even when it is women who most often live it.

Different days, I think about different victories. Ricky Hatton is one of those fights. I respect Ricky Hatton. He's a warrior. He's a hell of a warrior.

I have to go out for lunch and dinner because I can't cook. I need a woman to come and save me from my cooking.

Anyone may have diamonds: an heirloom is an ornament of quite a different kind.

Everyone from Canada and from here contributed [to the Sausage Party] - it truly is, like, every market.

Dispel the cold, bounteously replenishing the hearth with logs.

Happiness blooms naturally in the hearts of those who are inwardly free. It flows spontaneously, like a mountain spring after April showers, in minds that are contented with simple living.

It is all right to make mistakes; nothing is perfect because with perfection, we would not exist.