It's really just interesting to ask: why not? And see where that takes me.

Deal with yourself as a individual, worthy of respect and make everyone else deal with you the same way.

She knows who she is, because she knows who she isn't.

Mistakes are a fact of life. It is the response to the error that counts.

The only way you can grow is to let yourself make mistakes and create contradictions. As we learn new things, some of our old attitudes will change.

We are strong enough to stand tall tearlessly, we are brave enough to bend to cry, and we are sad enough to know that we must laugh again.

We have a world to conquer...one person at a time...starting with ourselves.

I want to be clear about this. If you wrote from experience, you'd get maybe one book, maybe three poems. Writers write from empathy.

We love because it's the only true adventure.

You must be unintimidated by your own thoughts.

Once you know who you are, you don't have to worry anymore.

They're animals, all right. But why are you so goddam sure that makes us human beings?

Before innovation - or practical creativity - there is insight. You must see the world differently.

The student of Liberty must constantly endeavor to disassociate his imagination from sanguinary dramas of assassination and revolt.

I've never had access to another person's art and work or, particularly, someone who is as prolific and was able to externalize his interior world as deeply as Kurt [Cobain] could.

People can get crazier as they get older. I can just be weird whenever I want, and there's the freedom of not caring what people think.

and what might seem to be a series of unfortunate events may in fact be the first steps of a journey.

Don't simply retire from something; have something to retire to.

How many others were walking around and not even knowing that someone far away cared for them? Imagine all that love floating in the air, waiting to land on someone's life!

It's really easy to get PR with no results & it actually feels like you're really actually cool, but in a year you'll still have nothing.

There is a garden in her eyes, where roses and white lilies flow.