I can't afford to spend my time with anyone - there's only enough left for myself

I don’t know what’s worse: to not know what you are and be happy, or to become what you’ve always wanted to be, and feel alone.

I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it as if I had never been.

Just leave me alone. I'm not myself. I'm falling apart, and I don't want you here.

Intelligence and education that hasn't been tempered by human affection isn't worth a damn.

There are a lot of people who will give money or materials, but very few who will give time and affection.

So this is how a person can come to despise himself-knowing he's doing the wrong thing and not being able to stop.

Strange about learning; the farther I go the more I see that I never knew even existed.

People think it's funny when a dumb person can't do things the same way they can.

Thank God for books and music and things I can think about." --Charlie Gordan

Punctuation, is? fun!

Even in the heart of the darkness, You will find a spot of light

How will I go on without her?!The answer was very simple: one day at a time.

Perhaps there's given up being magic because people didn't believe in it any more.

What is law? Is it what is on the books, or what is actually enacted and obeyed in a society? Or is law what must be enacted and obeyed, whether or not it is on the books, if things are to go right?

There is a personal sacrifice required to realize God’s passion

'Hill Street, ' because of the wacky nature of many of our characters, really allowed us to indulge a kind of cheek-to-jowl juxtaposition of high drama with very low humor.

I don't feel there are enough women artists out there who are saying anything of tremendous relevance.

Small towns make up for their lack of people by having everyone be more interesting.

If any of our songs ever did make it on the top ten, I'd disband the group immediately.

Look, we all know how hard it is for us to - I'm going to speak for myself - find a still photo of yourself that you like. Like how many times do people send photos and you're like, "Oh burn it."