The night kept coming on in and there was nothing I could do.

Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.

The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.

Find what you love and let it kill you.

If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.

Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

Sometimes I feel as if we are all trapped in a movie. We know our lines, where to walk, how to act, only there is no camera. Yet, we can't break out of the movie. And it's a bad one.

You have to die a few times before you can really live.

I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn't a nightmare.

The potential of your life experience shrinks or expands according to your ability to love.

Everything passes everything wears out everything breaks.(Tout passe tout lasse tout casse.)

A man who loses his money gains, at the least, experience, and sometimes, something better.

Sometimes home is full of new possibilities, you just have to look or change how you look.

I want to stay hopeful, even though I get scared about why we're even alive at all.

My coach told me, "Larry, no matter how much you work at it, there's always someone out there who's working just a little harder - if you take 150 practice shots, he's taking 200." And that drove me.

Do we always make our freedom out of someone else's bondage?

Never belong to a crowd; Never belong to a nation; Never belong to a religion; Never belong to a race. Belong to the whole existence. Why limit yourself to small things? When the whole is available.

The soul: a wide listening sky with thousands of candles.

I guess we're really brothers, aren't we? Don't know what that means, except it means that some of the same things we remember.