I wanted so much to forget the past, but it wouldn't go away, it hung around like an open wound that refused to scar over, an open window that no amount of muscle could shut.

That is all I want in life: for this pain to seem purposeful.

I start to get the feeling that something is really wrong.

Everything's plastic, we're all going to die sooner or later, so what does it matter.

I admire Bruce Springsteen because he's a heroic person who has lots of integrity and has this incredible body of work that is so vital.

Depression is about as close as you get to somewhere between dead and alive, and it's the worst.

...occasionally I wished I could walk through a picture window and have the sharp, broken shards slash me to ribbons so I would finally look like I felt.

homesickness is just a state of mind for me. i'm always missing someone or someplace or something, i'm always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. my life has been one long longing.

Insanity is knowing that what you're doing is completely idiotic, but still, somehow, you just can't stop it.

The voices in my head, which I used to think were just passing through, seem to have taken up residence.

In life, single women are the most vulnerable adults. In movies, they are given imaginary power.

If Time travel were possible, the future would have already taught the present to teach the past how to do it.

The best use of a journal is to print the largest practical amount of important truth - truth which tends to make mankind wiser and thus happier.

You have to adjust to where you are but the French are all together - the guys and the women. It's good.

If your heart has grown distant from Allah, the real question is who moved?

Vermouth always makes me brilliant unless it makes me idiotic.

I can't understand why you don't get any mail from me. Perhaps it's because I haven't been writing

I feel like I'm the best, but you're not going to get me to say that.

There is no such thing as a perfect, ideal, or 'correct' translation. A translator is always trying to extend his knowledge and improve his means of expression; he is always pursuing facts and words.

So, just for one more merry day To the great Tree the leaflets clung, Frolicked and danced and had their way, Upon the autumn breezes swung.

We're not savages. We're English.