Thank God for books and music and things I can think about.

I don’t know what’s worse: to not know what you are and be happy, or to become what you’ve always wanted to be, and feel alone.

I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it as if I had never been.

Punctuation, is? fun!

What an incredible thing! How much less they had than other human beings. Mentally retarded, deaf, mute - and still eagerly sanding benches.

A child may not know how to feed itself, or what to eat, yet it knows hunger.

Its easy to make frends if you let pepul laff at you.

Even in the world of make-believe there have to be rules. The parts have to be consistent and belong together.

A short while ago I foolishly thought I could learn everything - all the knowledge in the world. Now I hope only to be able to know of its existence, and to understand one grain of it.

I just want to be smart like other pepul so I can have lots of frends who like me.

That's the most important thing. If I keep reading, maybe I can hold my own.

The most challenging thing about love is sometimes we love someone who loves someone else.

Maybe he’s normal and we’re the crazy ones. Maybe everyone should talk to themselves. Maybe we’re all just afraid of what we’d say.

Only Socrates knew, after a lifetime of unceasing labor, that he was ignorant. Now every high-school student knows that. How did it become so easy?

I have added a lot. There's some Vegas stuff and hotel stuff and a whole chunk on health.

Writing offers fairly large rewards to a few successful people, but the rewards come late, and most writers are failures.

Conversation is a beautiful thing. When I was a younger guy, just wandering around talking to people was what kept me connected to the world.

Secrets die when kept or revealed. They live by being faintly and uncertainly repeated.

My parents both worked - my mom was an accountant, and my dad is a builder - and that taught me about having a really strong work ethic, and I respected them a lot for that.

In fact, the whole of Japan is a pure invention. There is no such country, there are no such people.... The Japanese people are ... simply a mode of style, an exquisite fancy of art.

It is possible to call Tolstoy Kitsch.