We're not words...we're people. Words are how others define us, but we can define ourselves any way we choose.

Depression isn't a war you win. It's a battle you fight every day. You never stop, never get to rest. It's one bloody fray after another.

I saw the world from the stars' point of view, and it looked unbearably lonely.

We remember the past, live in the present, and write the future.

Dreams are hopeful because they exist as pure possibility. Unlike memories, which are fossils, long dead and buried deep.

We're not words, Henry, we're people.Words are how others define us, but we can define ourselves any way we choose.

That's the problem with memories: you can visit them, but you can't live in them.

Because you can only die once but you can suffer forever.

I was diamond on the outside, and I would not break.Inside, though, I was already broken.

But that's the difference between people and stars. A star's light still shines even if there's no one to see it, but without someone to remember Jesse, his light will disappear.

How ugly we must look to them, spilling light into every dark corner to push back the shadows, blinding ourselves to the true beauty of emptiness.

Translation is the art of failure.

I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry that is prose - words in their best order poetry - the best words in their best order.

The monsters are gone.""Really?" Doubtful."I killed the monsters. That's what fathers do.

It seldom happens, however, that a great proprietor is a great improver.

The source from which existing things derive their existence is also that to which they return at their destruction.

Bill Maher fancies himself the reincarnation of Lenny Bruce.

Experience has taught me a lot, and I don't want to let that fall by the wayside.

I prefer buying things and figuring out where to put them later than regretting not buying them.

The benefit of an open town hall meeting is one that you get to hear a lot of different views, and two it has credibility.

One principal object of good-breeding is to suit our behaviour to the three several degrees of men, our superiors, our equals, and those below us.