I want to rewind the clock, take back the night when the world shattered. I want to erase everything that went wrong.

There are some wounds unreachable by words, some sins immune to apology.

I felt numb, I felt empty. I was a shell, an abandoned chrysalis, a tomb lying in wait for the dead

No, I thought. No way. I love her too much. I would never do that. And then again, those two words, her voice, exploding inside my head: “Tyler, wait!

I get so sad that sad gets to be.So scared that all my feelings they up and leave me. I got so city girl on you. I go so crazy I don't know what to do.

When humor can be made to alternate with melancholy, one has a success, but when the same things are funny and melancholic at the same time, it's just wonderful.

Religion and slavery are incompatible.

What you must accept is that your life is not going to be the same while you are writing.

The fear of your own solitude, of its vast surface and its infinity… Remorse is the voice of solitude. And what does this whispering voice say? Everything in us that is not human anymore.

I've survived quite a few generations. That's because I never lost my enthusiasm. I wake up every morning like on Christmas Day, waiting for the gifts.

A man can make money but, money can't make a man.

There was quantum mechanics, string theory, and then there was the most mind-bending frontier of the natural world, women.

We sometimes become so obsessed with punishing villainous characters, that we forget the collateral damage is actually experienced by marginalized groups, and we shouldn't punish them for that.

I need one good honky tonk angel to turn my life around.