How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" to a margin note written in her loop-heavy cursive: Straight & Fast.

The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.

What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.

Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.

We need never be hopeless because we can never be irreperably broken.

They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting.

Why don’t we break up? I guess I stay with her because she stays with me. And that’s not an easy thing to do.

I wanted to be one of those people who have streaks to maintain, who scorch the ground with their intensity. But for now, at least I knew such people, and they needed me, just like comets need tails.

At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past.

I'm really not up for answering any questions that start with how, when, where, why or what.

Music is a treasure and a love and a delight. It clears people's souls and lifts them high.

Thorns may hurt you, men desert you, sunlight turn to fog; but you're never friendless ever, if you have a dog.

The animals are at a level prior to thinking. They haven't lost themselves in thought. We rise above thinking and then we meet them again, where we're both in no-thought. There's a deep connection.

Weak souls always set to work at the wrong time.

Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But looked to near, have neither heat nor light.

I knew when I was diagnosed with cancer the only thing I could control was what I ate, what I drank and what I would think.

Any writer who knows what he's doing isn't doing very much.

The music business is just the worst as far as Machiavellian, sharky, evil games going on, as far as manipulation.

One of the sad signs of our times is that we have demonized those who produce, subsidized those who refuse to produce, and canonized those who complain.