One does not learn to suffer less but to dodge pain.

I hate men who are afraid of women's strength.

The impetus to grow and live intensely is so powerful in me I cannot resist it. I will work, I will love my husband, but I will fulfill myself.

We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss.

She lacks the core of sureness, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on reflections of herself in others' eyes. She does not dare to be herself.

I wept because from now on I will weep less. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.

Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously. But I am more preoccupied with loving.

My attraction to drugs is based on an immense desire to annihilate awareness.

Our age has need of violence, " he writes. And he is violence.

The relief of opening one's hand and letting go was immense. But soon after, I tightened again. A desire for revenge, a strange revenge.

Do you have regrets that we were so overwhelmed? Do you ever wish to live those hours over again and differently, with more confidence.

The truth is, Everyone was taken before, What hurts is that, sometimes they are imprisoned with their past.

Umm, how old are you?” Alexis asked, a little hesitant to answer before making sure he wasn’t a minor.“Twenty-one, but age is just a number, ” the guy responded.

We’d never talked about his parents, like he was some underwater Peter Pan.

I take it to be true that pure thought can grasp the real, as the ancients had dreamed.

I'm always looking for older equipment and ways of recording, but you can't escape the fact that it's all going to be digitized and reduced.

What is the definition of guts? Grace under pressure.

Once I'm obsessed with somebody, I'm terrified of them instantly. I'm not scared of them - I'm scared of me and how I will react.

We are the accidental result of an unplanned process ... the fragile result of an enormous concatenation of improbabilities, not the predictable product of any definite process.

What have I done, dear God, to deserve this perpetual feeling that I'm almost ready to begin something really new?

you got to want it to be good, and I don't want it.