I love the process of being alone in a room.

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.

The Earth must have done some noble work

I'm not much of a math and science guy. I spent most of my time in school daydreaming and managed to turn it into a living.

Executives are constrained not by resources but by their imagination.

Whatever she says to you, it’s your job not to let her make you mad.

I think I'm a bit gruffer than I used to be, and I'm certainly older.

It was necessary to close the front against Germany and that it (victory) depended on us whether it was to be closed or not.

If you respect people, and you pay them well, they will do anything for you

If we would be angry and not sin, we must be angry at nothing but sin; and we should be more jealous for the glory of God than for any interest or reputation of our own.

One of the reasons we're here, that we exist at all, is that Earth, cosmically speaking, is in a relatively peaceful place: orbiting our Sun in a near perfect circle.

In Manhattan, every flat surface is a potential stage and every inattentive waiter an unemployed, possibly unemployable, actor.