I’m not a good kid. Yeah, look, I’m just a piece of paper with the word sad and a bunch of cuss words written on it.A lousy piece of paper. That’s me.A piece of paper that’s waiting to be torn up.

The heart can get really cold if all you've known is winter.

Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that season would ever live inside of me.

I wish I didn’t have a heart that God wrote Sad on.

But the thing is, I didn't make my friends happy and they didn't make me happy. All we did was get stoned out of our minds. That didn't have anything to do with happiness.

I’d rather have a cup of coffee and a cigarette than live in all that honesty.

Breakfast seemed to be a good time for throwing your emotions around. Jodie said that at this place emotions were like Frisbees – people just tossed them around all day long like they were at a park.

What is it with you and that book?"Rafael laughed. "We have a personal relationship.

One of my roommates, Rafael, he's an expert on monsters. Not that he talks about them. I can just tell. People who have monsters recognize each other. They know each other without even saying a word.

People who have monsters recognize each other. They know each other without even saying a word.

Believe in the magic that's in you, its potential, what it can achieve. But most of all believe in yourself and create a world where dreams become reality.

Thanks be to God, Who gives us sufferingas sacred remedy for all our sins, that best and purest essence which preparesthe strong in spirit for divine delights!

The great object is that every man be armed.

As the child outlives the father,so must the character bury the author.

The most valuable book we can read, about countries we have visited, is that which recalls to us something that we did notice, but did not notice that we noticed.

Group meditation according to Jon Kabat

That which makes you different is actually the thing that makes you special.

The movie industry used to be completely accessible. We all knew people in it, and nobody made a big fuss.

I think my initial desire to start making art came from a desire and a need to communicate but not having anyone to communicate to.

Which will you take, the high road or the low road?" "Which one is longer?" "They're both short.