Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateurs drunks, the bores.

Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.

The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.

Find what you love and let it kill you.

If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.

Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

Sometimes I feel as if we are all trapped in a movie. We know our lines, where to walk, how to act, only there is no camera. Yet, we can't break out of the movie. And it's a bad one.

You have to die a few times before you can really live.

I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn't a nightmare.

I guess this is a message for those of you who contemplate permanent solutions to temporary problems. You never know what could be coming in the future. There is so much music you've yet to hear.

The musician has the most brothers, and the dancer the most sisters.

No race of barbarians ever existed yet offered up children for money.

You really want to make sure that you have fun, at the end of the day. If its not fun, whats the point.

Madhouses are houses made on purpose to cause suffering . . . I cannot stand any longer the screams of these creatures.

Objectivity is the subject subjugating the object. That is how you assert yourself. You make yourself the active voice and the object is the passive no-voice.

Amazing products, cats. And real simple to manufacture.

I've actually rented Bjork's swan dress. I know that's kind of recycling, but I saw An Inconvenient Truth.

Mothers, unless they were very poor, didn't work. Both of my parents had to leave education. My mother had to work in a cotton mill until 18 or 19, when she took some training in domestic science.

I love you. Still not the right word, but i know you want to hear it.