I´m one of those regular weird people.

I know I wrote letters to people with no address on this earth, I know that you are dead. But I hear you. I hear all of you. We were here. Our lives matter.

Sometimes your music sounds like there’s too much inside you. Maybe even you couldn’t get it all out. Maybe that’s why you died. Like you exploded from the inside.

I don´t know anyone who has a perfect family to start with. And I think that´s why we make up our own. regular weirdos together. I feel that way about my friends.

People love you for what they want to see in you, not for what you are. That's a sad thing to learn.

Words can't be wood enough for a lot of things. But you know, I guess we have to try.

If beauty is truth, and truth is beauty, they are defined by each other, so how do we know the meaning of either?

There are a lot of human experiences that challenge the limits of our language.

For the shadows to stop growing. For people to stop being angry.

How could she just leave me here to live without her? I miss her so much. I love her. I want her to grow up and become who she was meant to be. I wanted her to grow up with me.

It seemed everyone knew their place in it, but I was in the mood where I would rather be alone and look a houseplants.

Would a bird build its nest if it did not have its instinct for confidence in the world?

Don't people know that they don't have to heckle the president of the United States? That's what Congress is for.

When you're shiny, everyone wants to stand next to you.

If one did not have at least a little luck, one would never survive childhood. But luck can be spent, like money; and lost, like a memory; and wasted, like a life.

I think there's something in the human psyche that we're titillated by the person who flies too close to the candle and their wings get singed.

Well. That's helpful. We'll put an APB out on the Gingerbread Man. I'm not hopeful it'll do us much good, though. Word on the street is you can't catch him.

Anything worth doing in this world is incredibly difficult to do.

There is nothing more energizing than inhaling the tang of wilderness, loamy after rain, pungent with the richness of earth shuddering with life, or taking in the brisk dry cleanness of winter.

dont let anyone tell you what you are ever- that way you never run the danger of becoming anything but what you believe in.

You fail to overlook the crucial point.