The man had added to his body in a way that was brave and timeless and beyond adornment.

People went through life like well handled jugs, collecting chips and scrapes and stains from wear and tear, from holding and pouring life.

You’ve been wondering lately when the moment is that somebody is truly lost to you.

Those partial to drink were hiding faults and dishonesty. They were sloppy souls, even the ones with pleasant manners and fine noses.

Of all the conditions we experience, solitude is perhaps the most misunderstood.

I don't like novels that tie everything up in a plot-y way. I always think that's not really true of life, particularly of people in power.

I'll tell you this, lad: A tattoo says more of a fellow looking at it than it can do of the man who's got it on his back.

You didn’t understand what he was saying, until he kissed you. It was a kiss of such complicity, of such uncomplicated sympathy, that you felt for the first time not alone in your suffering.

All innocent mechanisms are muddied up with experience. Children become less and less translucent. Layers of guile and suspicion grow. It's the law of paternal disenchantments.

This is your first and final chance, your one and only biography.

A month in and it seemed to CY that he was an explorer summiting the foothill of an a bizarre and primitive island.

People simply feel better about themselves when they’re good at something.

By night, I am free. No one hears my monsters but me. My freedom is fragile, though, Because every morning, Over and over, The night is broken by the sun. It’s a good way to die.

In life, try your best to do the right thing. Have fun while you're alive. Take advantage of every asset you have. Don't take anything for granted.

Psychedelic drugs don't change you - they don't change your character - unless you want to be changed. They enable change; they can't impose it.

Night and day, you are the one.

There aren't many irritations to match the condescension which a woman metes out to a man who she believes has loved her vainly for the past umpteen years.

The sole evidence it is possible to produce that anything is desirable, is that people do actually desire it.

Be yourself... And shoot for the stars. Obviously dreams really do come true.

Here is your cross, Your nails and your hill; And here is your love, That lists where it will

I'm just a photographer, not a movie star.