I like to remember things my own way. How I remembered them, not necessarily the way they happened.

I like cappuccino, actually. But even a bad cup of coffee is better than no coffee at all.

I don't know why people expect art to make sense. They accept the fact that life doesn't make sense.

I like things that go into hidden, mysterious places, places I want to explore that are very disturbing. In that disturbing thing, there is sometimes tremendous poetry and truth.

This whole world is wild at heart and weird on top.

We think we understand the rules when we become adults but what we really experience is a narrowing of the imagination.

Mankind was not meant to suffer -- bliss is our nature. The individual is cosmic. Let's rock.

Absurdity is what I like most in life.

It's so freeing, it's beautiful in a way, to have a great failure, there's nowhere to go but up.

We only dream of images we already have inside of us.

I supported myself by delivering the 'Wall Street Journal' and doing odd jobs. I love plumbing and carpentry.

Do not be overcome by hate. But conquer hate with love.

The question was, could he forgive the past in order to have a future with her? Any future?

It may not be an easy thing to live in sweet fellowship with all those with whom we come in contact

Ah! Happy they whose hearts can breakAnd peace of pardon win!How else may man make straight his pathAnd cleanse his soul from sin?How else but through a broken heartMay the Lord Christ enter in?

That occurs everywhere, unfortunately. Powerful, smart women who make it to the end sometimes are not seen as the same charismatic likable guys.

I think what my parents did was perfect. They were strict, concerned about my safety and held me back just a little.

The greatest defect of common education is, that we are in the habit of putting pleasure all on one side, and weariness on the other; all weariness in study, all pleasure in idleness.

Jesus didn't come to make us Christian. Jesus came to make us fully human.

The only goal is in the process. The process is the thing…with little flashes of light here and there. Those are the gigs, those are the live shows. But it's the life in between—that's all I got.

I tried a very fancy attack I'd learned in France, which involved a beat, a feint in quarte, a feint in sixte, and a lunge veering off into an attack on his wrist. I nicked him, and the blood flowed.