I respect the hell out of her for how hard she’s working to be okay. I just wish she’d let me show her how to let go, how to let herself hurt. I want to take her pain.

Hot heart-blood leaked from my face. From my eyes and my nose and my mouth. Not tears, because those would never stop. This was just liquid heartbreak seeping from my pores.

Let…it…go, ” he whispers, his voice a fierce, harsh sound in my hair. “No. No!” The last word is screamed. “You have to. You can’t bleed it out. You can’t keep pretending, drinking it down.

I bought this place for a pittance, because it was a dump. Rejected, abandoned, unwanted. Like me. I fixed it up. Made it mine.

I also know I'm not going to stay away. I'm going to grab onto her and let myself get cut. I'm good at pain. I'm good at bleeding, emotionally and physically.

Yeah. I know why she cuts. I just don’t know the seed-reason. It’s deep inside her, and it’ll take time and patience to get it out of her.

The chance of the bread falling with the buttered side down is directly proportional to the cost of the carpet.

It wasn't nothing, but it wasn't everything either.

Being grounded is not a punishment. Stay rooted.

Literature sustains life because it captures death in its forward march. Clickety-clickety-clack, the wheels go round and round ...

To endeavor to domineer over conscience, is to invade the citadel of heaven.

I've done a lot of films that have become iconic, not necessarily because of me.

The movie industry has been contacting me. I have been auditioning - that's actually why I am in California. I was here meeting with studios and auditioning.

It was demeaning to scrape affection from virtually everyone you encountered. That was immature.

Radio is truly the theater of the mind. The listener constructs the sets, colors them from his own palette, and sculpts and costumes the characters who perform in them.

Something nonhuman doesn’t become human by getting older and bigger; whatever is human is human from the beginning.