Is the writer cruel that makes his characters suffer only to bring them to triumph or tragedy in the end?

This pain is comfort. It is the solace of physicality, like a touch.

Doing nothing was as honourable as any available course of action. Think of Hamlet, think of Job, think of Jesus before Pilate.

I stare out at the real world projected on the windows

His suffering was no more real than he was.

Reality, it seems, is not a flat plane, but has as many veils as an onion has skins.

For someone to be perfect, they must be real, however imperfect they are.

It is a matter of mere coincidence that there is often a real individual who corresponds with a celebrity, signifies them.

You need to bridge the gap between reality and freedom. Drugs are the bridge.

I feel underslept but overjoyed. Nothing feels so good as this.

I know everything must be a lie, but I believe it anyway.

Do not be too quick to get angry.

No past is dead for us but only sleeping love.

Care is a state in which something does matter it is the source of human tenderness.

I love that my friends are all freaks.

Work is the greatest thing in the world, so we should always save some of it for tomorrow.

Men never desire anything very eagerly which they desire only by the dictates of reason.

We also have to stop the flow of precursor chemicals that meth cooks use to boil up this poison.

Looking for inspiration in expression, I have actually always looked to singers and violinists. I have never really looked only at the recorder as a remedy for my expressions.

Age is just a number. Who cares how old the girl is that I date?

All forms of collectivism are mistaken, according to the human skull.