I may not be free, but I’m not about to surrender the illusion of choice.

This pain is comfort. It is the solace of physicality, like a touch.

Doing nothing was as honourable as any available course of action. Think of Hamlet, think of Job, think of Jesus before Pilate.

I stare out at the real world projected on the windows

His suffering was no more real than he was.

Reality, it seems, is not a flat plane, but has as many veils as an onion has skins.

For someone to be perfect, they must be real, however imperfect they are.

It is a matter of mere coincidence that there is often a real individual who corresponds with a celebrity, signifies them.

You need to bridge the gap between reality and freedom. Drugs are the bridge.

I feel underslept but overjoyed. Nothing feels so good as this.

Is the writer cruel that makes his characters suffer only to bring them to triumph or tragedy in the end?

when you live forever and don't age, it gives you time to hope

Remember, everyone you meet is really trying to do the best they can. No one woke up today and intentionally decided to be mean, difficult, or unreasonable - including you.

I'm merely dying to be remembered for simply writing about my living memories

The electronic spectrum is the only natural resource in which there's no such thing as private property rights. You can't own a piece of the spectrum.

...the future of the world lies with the yellow man and the brown man now that our erstwhile master, the white-skinned man, has wasted himself through buggery, cell phone usage, and drug abuse

I do like people who have not yet made up their minds about everything, who in fact are still receiving

It is on great occasions only, and after time has been given for cool and deliberate reflection, that the real voice of the people can be known.

The negatives about [Adolf] Hitler were that he was away a lot and couldn't behave towards Eva [Braun] as he should.

I nearly die of fear before I go on stage. Something wicked. I can't eat a thing the day before a gig.

Well, love is confusing at all ages, but especially when you're 17.