It is strange how sad it can be - sunlight in the afternoon, don't you think?

Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.

You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in the most beautiful place in the world.

A room is, after all, a place where you hide from the wolves. That's all any room is.

The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.

I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness.

I am the only real truth I know.

Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone.

I've been so ridiculous all my life that a little bit more or a little bit less hardly matters now.

Love was a terrible thing. You poisoned it and stabbed at it and knocked it down into the mud - well down - and it got up and staggered on, bleeding and muddy and awful. Like - like Rasputin.

We can't all be happy, we can't all be rich, we can't all be lucky - and it would be so much less fun if we were... There must be the dark background to show up the bright colours.

We can get too easily bogged down in the academic part of homeschooling, a relatively minor part of the whole, which is to raise competent, caring, literate, happy people.

Art does not want the representation of a beautiful thing, but the representation of something beautiful.

Some history-making is intentional; much of it is accidental.

Ten million years will not put a strain on the clock of eternity.

I think one of the most fertile, unexplored areas for poets and fiction writers is the world of science. I become overwhelmed by the science world.

I don't have many expenses as a college student (mostly food) so I'm able to put advertising revenue right back into the production of new videos.

In love, no one can harm anyone else; we are each responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel.

Two wrongs don't make a right.

I love people. I love being in a band. I love making music. I had to figure out that was way more important than being addicted.

You can get old pretty young if you don't take care of yourself.