…He was always high on drugs. I was not a drug man, but in case I wanted to hide from myself for a few days, I knew I could get anything I wanted from him.

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.

...he was conscious of the disastrous fact that love and desire must be expressed in the same way...

...writing with ferocity is a gift, provided that ferocity is a monomaniacal devotion to pursuing the truth ...

A voice is a human gift it should be cherished and used to utter as fully human speech as possible. Powerlessness and silence go together.

The beauty one can find in art is one of the pitifully few real and lasting products of human endeavor.

People aren't really paying attention when they're listening to your record, so unless you're shouting exactly what you want them to hear, they don't pay attention.

The Law of Probabilities: the more things you try, the more likely one of them will work.

First love is only once in a lifetime, and it remains only in memory.

The act, when vacuuming, of running over a string at least a dozen times, reaching over and picking it up, examining it, then putting it back down to give the vacuum one more chance.

Misled by fancy's meteor ray, By passion driven; But yet the light that led astray Was light from heaven.

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