Well, here we are."Sometimes a statement of the bloody obvious was the only appropriate way forward. As if to give life ceremonious permission to proceed.

A single day spent doing things which fail to nourish the soul is a day stolen, mutilated, and discarded in the gutter of destiny.

Reassurance is such a sad, mad thing. Deep inside, everyone knows the truth.

The world changes too fast. You take your eyes off something that's always been there, and the next minute it's just a memory.

Participating in Society in not a thing one can do naturally; one has to rehearse for it.

Most true things are kind of corny, don’t you think? But we make them more sophisticated out of sheer embarrassment.

Most distracting of all, though, was not the threat of danger but the allure of beauty.

Watch your step. Keep your wits about you; you will need them.

I am a fallen woman, but I assure you: I did not fall. I was pushed.

History indulges strange whims in the way it dresses its women.

Nowadays, her life is more like a newspaper: aimless, up-to-date and full of meaningless events

He loved her.He wanted her.He needed her.And he needed her now.

We live in a time where everybody has an opinion and everyone's opinion can be featured somewhere, whether it's an online column and everybody has their form because of the internet.

What is it in us that makes us feel the need to keep pretending... we gotta let ourselves be.

Great self esteem comes from inside and feels hot and wonderful.

The computer dictates how you do something, whereas with a pencil you're totally free.

And somewhere from the dim ages of history the truth dawned upon Europe that the morrow would obliterate the plans of today.

The camera’s not a camera, really. It’s an open door we need to walk through. It’s up to us to keep moving our feet.

Ah! what a divine religion might be found out if charity were really made the principle of it instead of faith.

When he feels the world is closing in, he turns his stereo way up high. He just spends his life, living in a rock and roll fantasy.

The beauty of artifacts is in how they reassure us we’re not the first to die.