The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.” “Elton John?” “Close. Ernest Hemingway. In his own way, sort of the rock star of his time.

I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.

Mortals. I envy you. You think you can change things. Stop the universe. Undo what was done long before you came along. You are such beautiful creatures.

The right thing and the easy thing are never the same.

Knowing you don't have much time left changes things. You get kind of philosophical. And you figure things out-more like, they figure themselves out-and everything gets real clear.

There are no coincidences.

Because saving the people you love isn't stupid. It isn't even a choice

Who can judge the judge?

I'll love you until the day after forever.

It almost felt like she was sucking it all out of me, like she sucked on that sticky red lollipop, the one she kept licking as she drove.

the whole way down, I was only thinking one thing . . . L E N A

We are beautiful souls with beautiful spirits.

Me personally, I just wanted to do that to capture These Days.With DAY-lyt.

I’m a hypochondriac. Before I go all the way, I send the girl to the doctor and check them for everything. My doctor has a test to tell if you’re going to catch something in the future even.

Later generations will regard Mengenlehre (set theory) as a disease from which one has recovered.

Domestic matters are trifles for us. But they occupy the principal part of my life. They teach me to know my limitations.

There is a lot of dignity in having the ability to confront the inconsequence of reality.

Immortality is overrated, living for an eternity would get really old.

I've discovered that rejections are not altogether a bad thing. They teach a writer to rely on his own judgment and to say in his heart of hearts, 'To hell with you.'

Sympathy has to be the first and foremost thing in one's life, sympathy and the feeling of oneness. There cannot be anything greater than the feeling of oneness .

For in the fatness of these pursy times Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg.