Mostly, we argued about who which of us was better at arguing, and particularly about who had won the previous argument.

The villain is the person who knows the most but cares the least.

Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.

The essays are very solipsistic and self-absorbed, I'm totally conscious of that. To me, book writing is fun, and I basically just write about things that are entertaining to myself.

Anybody who says they are a good liar obviously is not, because any legitimately savvy liar would always insist they're honest about everything.

Seeing no resolution to my existential recognition of loss, I decide to eat lunch.

First, you must love yourself. And if you do that convincingly enough, others will love you too much.

People who talk about their dreams are actually trying to tell you things about themselves they’d never admit in normal conversation.

I love the way music inside a car makes you feel invisible; if you plan the stereo at max volume, it's almost like the other people can't see into your vehicle. It tints your windows, somehow.

The most wretched people in the world are those who tell you they like every kind of music 'except country.' People who say that are boorish and pretentious at the same time.

Sarcasm is when you tell someone the truth by lying on purpose.

You've got to think of the fine times you had with your mate, not the moment of his perishin'. Every tear you shed now only wets his windin' sheet and disturbs his rest

❤ We must all find the spirit to try and help better humanity! We all have it inside us to contribute something to the cause of humanity!

I write of love and death. What other subjects are there?

There are very few times in creation in your life. One time is when you become an adult, one time is when your parents die, and the other time is when you are very old.

I was jealous; therefore I loved.

I've never been one to run around in Speedos on the beach.

I think it's cool to come out of somewhere where you're being pushed into this mold and then you figure out in that who you are.

who hasn't slept in an empty bed sometimes, longing for the embrace of another person on the achingly short trip to the grave?

Reducing the price of cancer drugs is a humanitarian move.