Sometimes love can be an ugly thing.

Don't think or judge, just listen.

There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you'd better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you'll never understand what it's saying.

Your actions is like a raindrop; it falls into the pond making ripples and then its over.

It's a lot easier to be lost than found. It's the reason we're always searching and rarely discovered--so many locks not enough keys.

Looking at the pond, all I could think was that it is an incredivle thing, how a whole world can rise from what seems like nothing at all.

If you didn't love him, this never would have happened. But you did. And accepting that love and everything that followed it is part of letting it go.

You should never be surprised when someone treats you with respect, you should expect it.

Sometimes a question can hurt more than an answer.

Being brave and self-confident doesn't necessarily start inside...It starts with the rest of the world, and it leads back to you.

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

When you suppress your darkness you also suppress your light.

There is no such thing as control of a situation. If we try to do this, it turns back on us in negativity.

If I have a huge audience, I'd like a bigger audience; maybe slightly a slightly more illustrious audience.

People are born soft and weak. They die hard and stiff.

I'm not the same as other people. I don't think the same. I don't do the same things. I just feel out of this world sometimes.

In differentiation, not in uniformity, lies the path of progress.

The media have substituted themselves for the older world.

I like loud electric guitars because I like how you can just lose your entire being in the sound.

I advise those who want to become writers to study veterinary medicine, which is easier. You don't want to be a writer unless you have no choice - and if you have no choice, good luck to you.

Truth is the first thing that present-day literature lacks. The writer has drowned himself in lies, he is too accustomed to speak prudently, with a careful look over his shoulder.