In the movies, God is an actor just like everyone else.

I haven’t felt the full weightof the world on my shoulders, and I haven’t experienceda fraction of the painand embarrassment I’ve put out into this great bigwhite world.

I think of drug dealers like I think of my father— never really there when you want them to be.

A drop in the bucket, a tear in the ocean, you’ve been treading cold water, memorizing the motion just to stay afloat.

And I guess at the end of the day, you’re just amazed that I can still stand, and I’m just amazed that I can stand still.

It’s so hard not to be fascinated by the broken, to remember that a boy with a sad smile and a pretty face is not the boy that you should fall in love with.

You burn bright and you burn hard, like a fire in a dumpster, and nobody is so worriedabout you burning as they are worried about the fire spreading.

You are only as deepas the ashtrays you use. You only stick around because you like the abuse.

I’m a lot like you, and you’re a lot like me.It’s sad to say, and it’s sad to see.

It isn’t easy, ” is easy to say and sometimes I think that the only thing we can dois say really easy things to each other.

I want to remember what we were like before we became ourselves.

My take on celebrity is simply that some of us have to make a bigger fool of ourselves than others.

Abstinence is the worst form of perversion.

I'm not a big fan of just doing weights. Anything more physical is infinitely better.

There are a million people who can come up with little bits. The hard work is making those bits into something.

The great Way is all-pervading. It reaches to the left and to the right. All things depend on it with their existence. Still it demands no obedience.

The importance and influence of books on me has been cumulative: the result of hearing and reading lots of stories about interesting people and places.

A society that devours its own young deserves no automatic or unquestioning allegiance.

O my God, how happy should I be to hear from Thy lips those words which Thou didst once address to Saint Thomas of Aquin: Thou hast spoken well of Me, Pierre!

Gratitude is the seedbed of joy.

Flame is very near to smoke.