I feel alone, free, and detached from everything in the world, and I'm happy.

Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.

The farther behind I leave the past, the closer I am to forging my own character.

Life on the open road is liberty... to be alone, to have few needs, to be unknown, everywhere a foreigner and at home, and to walk grandly and solitarily in conquest of the world.

A nomad I will remain for life, in love with distant and uncharted places.

But the vagrant owns the whole vast earth that ends only at the nonexistent horizon, and his empire is an intangible one, for his domination and enjoyment of it are things of the spirit.

One must never look for happiness: one meets it by the way.

For now it seems that by advancing into unknown territories, I entered into my life

From every ruin, life springs up again and everything that dies is born again.

The savage hatred I feel for crowds is getting worse, natural enemies that they are of imagination and of thought.

We are, all of us, poor wretches, and those who prefer not to understand this are even worse off than the rest of us.

But sorrow can also be contagious. Fear is different. It isn't as communicable as laughter or sadness, and a good thing too. Fear is almost entirely a lonely thing.

It's strange to be here, the mystery never leaves you alone".

When something horrible happens, it's human nature to want to blame it on someone. We want someone to be held accountable, even though sometimes things just happen.

We are all a part of every person we have ever met.

I auditioned at the Radisson in Knoxville, and I just did what I always do. I just try to believe what I'm doing.

There is evidence that young men in the big law firms, although they still work harder than most of their clients, do not glory in putting in night work and weekend hours as they once did.

Pubic hair is proof of sexual maturity and if your partner finds that a turn-off, you should probably reconsider that partner.

But being honest in my work and life has kind of set me free. I'm so much more than my pain. Oh my god, I sound like my therapist! Call her, she can vouch that I'm doing great.

Man exists for his own sake and not to add a laborer to the State.

It takes 42 muscles to smile. Instead pick up your middle finger and say "bite me!