They are all my favourites. All of them.

Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

She wasn't bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.

There's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.

Old pictures look very rugged and young, and the people in the photographs always seem a lot happier than you are.

We accept the love we think we deserve.

I really think that everyone should have watercolors, magnetic poetry, and a harmonica.

Maybe these are my glory days, and I'm not ever realizing it because they involve a ball.

And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

please believe that things are good with me, and even when they're not, they will be soon enough. And i will always believe the same about you.

And I guess I realized at that moment that I really did love her. Because there was nothing to gain, and that didn't matter.

You will meet great beings when you come out of the well and see the world.

How to preside over your own internal disorder? Finding the "I" that can represent the pack of you is the first challenge of the memoirist.

The building of publicly funded stadiums has become a substitue for anything resembling an urban policy.

What are we going to do when we get into the temple, anyway? Are we going to fight our way through the Necromancers on our

God put self-pity by the side of despair like the cure by the side of the disease.

Mark what unvary'd laws preserve each state, Laws wise as Nature, and as fixed as Fate.

Don't judge yourself by someone else's standards. You will always lose

So often among so-called "primitives" one comes across spiritual personalities who immediately inspire respect, as though they were the fully matured products of an undisturbed fate.

Sleep not when others speak, sit not when others stand, speak not when you should hold your peace, walk not when others stop.

Advice to children crossing the street: damn the lights. Watch the cars. The lights ain't never killed nobody.