What a shame to be so angered by what you don't have that you treat what you do have like it's nothing.

The problem with books is that they end.

I'm the same way about the bookshop. You know, I walk around and I feel the whole world is in there, the most important stories of all time.

Your lips were made for mine, Beck. You are the reason I have a mouth, a heart.

If we were teenagers, I could kiss you. But I’m on a platform behind a counter wearing a name tag and we’re too old to be young.

we’re too old to be young.

... and Lynn is dead inside, like a corpse. She Instagrams methodically, clinically, as if she's gathering evidence for defense, like her entire life is dedicated to proving that she has a life.

You are a monster, deathly, solipsistic to the bone and you’re blasphemous because all you want is You

In the cage, you feel loved, not trapped. Just like me.

I fold my hands under my head and tell the books all about you. They listen, Beck. I know it sounds crazy, but they do.

and if anyone was ever going to live eternally in the light, I think it would be you.

It takes a very great intelligence to breathe logical meaning into meaningless ideas.

The truth is cruel but it can be loved and it makes free those who have loved it.

I saw a drummer play once when I was a kid and I thought, that's really cool. You know, you're moving. You're using your arms and fingers. So I tried it and I loved it.

My perspective is that you should be IN the world, but not OF the world.

I have what passes for an education in this day and time, but I am not deceived by it.

The best part of the character and quality of the leader is expressing who you are in the work you do and how you do it.

We must always be aware of the fact that the body, soul and mind are to be trained simultaneously, for otherwise it would be impossible to gain and maintain the magic equipoise.

First let a man teach himself, and then he will be taught by others.

[When I photograph] I project what I'm not. What I would like to be.

Beatles was 20th-century folksong in the framework of capitalism; they couldn't do anything different if they wanted to communicate within that framework.