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

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.

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.

You learned right away that applause sounds like love.

I'll always want him. Until every sun goes dark in every sky, until I am nothing more than long-forgotten cosmic dust, I will want him. And even then I suspect my particles will long for his.

When I was a kid, I was obsessed with UFOs in particular, and the paranormal. I grew up in the '90s, which is when The X-Files was at its zenith.

[T]he foundation of a great Empire is laid, and I please myself with a persuasion, that Providence will not leave its work imperfect.

Essentially what you're doing is collaborating with the photographer to create an image that reflects the fashion you're trying to capture and also hold a mirror up to the zeitgeist at the moment.

An inventor's path is chorused with groans, riddled with fist-banging and punctuated by head scratches.

A portrait is a painting with something wrong with the mouth.

A policeman, as you discover, has to put up with a hell of a lot of abuse. A man in any other line of work would nail a guy who laid that kind of abuse on him. I know I would.

Everything distracted me, but most of all myself.

One of the reasons the Europeans don't like the Muslims is because they are religious. Americans like the fact that they are religious. They just don't like the form it takes.

In my great melancholy, I loved life, for I love my melancholy.