Time wounds all heals.

My last refuge, my books: simple pleasures, like finding wild onions by the side of a road, or requited love.

The window shades have all been removed. Nighttime is now free to encroach.

Listen to me: die after me, all right? I don't care what else you do, where you go, how you screw up your life, just... survive. Outlive me, please.

Human lives are hard, even those of health and privilege, and don't make much sense. This is the message of the Book of Job: Any snappy explanation of suffering you come up with will be horseshit.

Never forget that you solely owe unconditional self-love and massive success to yourself.

We're clear, " she said. "You're kind of a psycho. I get that

The greatness of America lies not in being more enlightened than any other nation, but rather in her ability to repair her faults.

I don't want to live in a world with blinders on.

My style is a little masculine, and what I loved about Pyer Moss was how well he can make a blazer, the looseness of those pants, or color palette that he chooses from season to season.

Lincoln would be just like me. He wouldn't know what the hell to do.

A world without hope, but no despair

Good timber does not grow with ease; the stronger the wind, the stronger the trees

Everything starts from a dot.