I don’t just want to do the right thing. I want to WANT to do the right thing.

Тo me, the future doesn’t seem real. It’s just this magical place where I can put my responsibilities so that I don’t have to be scared while hurtling toward failure at eight hundred miles per hour.

On a fundamental level, I am someone who would throw sand at children.

But when you're concerned that the miserable, boring wasteland in front of you might stretch all the way into forever, not knowing feels strangely hope-like.

YOU R sO bRUEtifUL...how R U so BRUTEfUL and good?

-to me, the future doesn't seem real. It's just this magical place where I can put my responsibilities so that I don't have to be scared while hurtling toward failure at eight hundred miles per hour.

There I was, casually wishing that I could stop existing in the same way you'd want to leave an empty room or mute an unbearably repetitive noise.

And that's the most frustrating thing about depression. It isn't always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn't even something-it's nothing. And you can't combat nothing.

I couldn't even muster the enthusiasm to hate myself anymore.

It’s disappointing to feel sad for no reason. Sadness can be almost pleasantly indulgent when you have a way to justify it.

It’s a strange moment when you realize that you don’t want to be alive anymore.

You have to shelf your excitement and be realistic about your internal and external strengths and weaknesses. (p.70)

Take it from me, Fate doesn't care most of the time.

The sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality.

The reason I hate publicists is because I think if we got rid of them everything would be on equal footing.

The National Socialist Movement has wrought this miracle. If Almighty God granted success to this work, then the Party was His instrument.

We were trying to transform America, not triumph over white folk.

Rank and riches are chains of gold, but still chains.

...theories should be judged by their ability to predict events rather than by the realism of their assumptions.

I'm in the music business for one purpose - to make money.

I need it! I need it! It's a royal heirloom!" "Adrian?" "What are you doing here?" "Looking for you. Come on, we need to go. I'll drive you home." "No, I can't. Not until we get it. He stole it!