The longer we spent together, the more she discovered about me. The things I didn't want her to know. The darkness and the anger and the pain.

It wasn't fair to pull her into that vortex, because I couldn't be fixed. And Roxy was a fixer. She thought she could help me, I could see it in her eyes.

Roxy was my breath of fresh air. My soft place to land. She was home to me.

She was trying to hide it, the pain I had caused her again. Because she knew how much those tears destroyed me.

It is much more challenging to accept those who know a lot than those who know little.

What if?..What if I am all to see?What if life is only this? And Ignorance is bliss?What if love is only pain? And nothing can be gained by living everydayAnd there is no better way?What then?

Shit happens. You can either stand their and complain about the smell or you can wipe your shoe and keep walking.

Affliction comes to us, not to make us sad but sober; not to make us sorry but wise.

Germany, I think, was first to substitute a Social Security program for its elderly based on this premise, that is, that we would tax workers to pay retirement benefits for those retired.

Love works in mysterious ways.

You can anchor the mind into answering a question a certain way by giving them a totally unrelated piece of information dropped before.

When people ask me which is your favourite portrait, they expect it to be Diana, or someone famous. But the answer is my dog, Puffy. They think I mean Puff Daddy. No, it is the dog.

Some people possess talent, others are possessed by it. When that happens, a talent becomes a curse.

As the cause is, so the effect will be.