The only thing people regret is that they didn't live boldy enough, that they didn't invest enough heart, didn't love enough. Nothing else really counts at all.

What’s writing really about? It’s about trying to take fuller possession of the reality of your life.

The sea cries with its meaningless voice, Treating alike its dead and its living

I shall also take you forth and carve our names together in a yew tree, haloed with stars.

Prose, narratives, etcetera, can carry healing. Poetry does it more intensely.

The real mystery is this strange need. Why can't we just hide it and shut up? Why do we have to blab? Why do human beings need to confess?

You are who you choose to be.

where are the gods the gods hate us the gods have run away the gods have hidden in holes the gods are dead of the plague they rot and stink too there never were any gods there’s only death

The dreamer in her Had fallen in love with me and she did not know it. That moment the dreamer in me Fell in love with her and I knew it

The deeps are cold: In that darkness camaraderie does not hold: Nothing touches but, clutching, devours.

The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed, And my head, worn out with love, at rest In my hands, and my hands full of dust.

Negative beliefs and complexes are stored in your subconscious mind and create a weakness, which will not let you succeed in life

To feel the joy of life, smile with love.

Nature time and patience are the three great physicians.

I need to take a break from this life as a human for 45 minutes and go experience a little bit of immortality.

I wouldn't mind being the lead guitarist in an incredibly successful rock band. However, I don't play the guitar.

I have been here five days. I have decided on a place to eat in at midday, a place to eat in at night, a place to have my drink in after dinner. I have arranged my little life.

I'm not running anywhere, it's like ninety-five degrees out.

Now Peter said by exceeding great and precious promises you become partakers of the divine class. All right, are we gods? We are a class of gods!

There's something final about saying you were married once. It's like saying you were dead once. It shuts them up.

Evil is just sort of ultimately boring. The good thing is just complicated. It's more provocative to me and more stimulating to me.