I go to my Room and I drink and I smoke some cigarettes and I think about her. I drink and I smoke and I think about her and at a certain point blackness comes and my memory fails me.

Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don't work.

When I started writing 'A Million Little Pieces,' I felt like it was the right story with the style I had been looking for, and I just kept going.

The wounds that never heal can only be mourned alone.

And loss of control is always the source of fear. It is also, however, always the source of change.

Be strong. Live honorably and with dignity. When you don't think you can, hold on.

Let things be, let yourself be, let everything be and accept it as it is. Nothing more. Nothing less.

And as ridiculous as it may sound, sometimes all any of us needs in life is for someone to hold our hand and walk next to us.

When something is staring you in the face in your life and you see it with your own two eyes and feel it within your heart only a fool doesn't believe it to be true.

The afternoon and the early evening slide by in a lidded daze where the ability to think in any identifiable way disappears and where every moment seems to be an eternity.

I always wanted to be the outlaw. And that's to a certain extent how I've lived.

If we are to be biblical, then, the issue is not whether we should have a doctrine of predestination or not, but what kind we should embrace.

Being in love is highly overrated.book: stuff i think about

Fixing things requires change and change always creates conflict. But that is why you are a leader.

The one thing I feel is very hopeful, however, is the overwhelming participation of women in the movement for change.

Many think they have a kind heart who have only weak nerves.

You've got a lot of very, very smart people standing by waiting for somebody else to do the work. Not a recipe for long-term solvency in my opinion.

When Facebook famously moved out to Palo Alto there were people in the same house Facebook was based in working on different ideas. It is vital to remember that.

Who has suffered? The families of the dead, no doubt. But a greater loss was inflicted on Pakistan because, as I said, we lost the pillars of our society.

Without God, I don't see how folks cope.

Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed.