Nothing's wrong. But there's always suffering, Pudge. Homework or malaria or having a boyfriend who lives far away when there's a good-looking boy lying next to you. Suffering is universal.

The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.

What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.

Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.

We need never be hopeless because we can never be irreperably broken.

They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting.

Why don’t we break up? I guess I stay with her because she stays with me. And that’s not an easy thing to do.

I wanted to be one of those people who have streaks to maintain, who scorch the ground with their intensity. But for now, at least I knew such people, and they needed me, just like comets need tails.

At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past.

I'm really not up for answering any questions that start with how, when, where, why or what.

One should become free of mistakes so that there will be no superior over him.

Having writers block sucks more than my actual writing. And my writing would be astonishing if I could write how I feel.

When you approach intuitive methods with respect, you become open to hearing from your interior channels.

An emotional man may possess no humor, but a humorous man usually has deep pockets of emotion, sometimes tucked away or forgotten.

Answers are not obtained by putting the wrong question and thereby begging the real one.

We are easily comforted for the misfortunes of our friends, when those misfortunes give us an occasion of expressing our affection and solicitude.

People may claim to hate puns, but most true word lovers have groaned to like them.

I read letters and journal entries by [Georgia] O'Keeffe (which were infinitely more useful than any critical analysis of her work).

You look like a normal person, if you can find a normal person who wants to look like that.

The private terror of the liberal spirit is invariably suicide, not murder.