What good are you? What can you do? It has cost me a thousands of dollars to raise you, feed you, clothe you! Suppose I left you here on the street? Then what would you do?" "Catch butterflies

Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.

The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.

Find what you love and let it kill you.

If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.

Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

Sometimes I feel as if we are all trapped in a movie. We know our lines, where to walk, how to act, only there is no camera. Yet, we can't break out of the movie. And it's a bad one.

You have to die a few times before you can really live.

I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn't a nightmare.

Animals, birds, and fish confirm Your power and Your existence.

You can't have an up without a down, a right without a left, a back without a front - or a happy without a sad.

Jesus is a powerful guy in Hollywood. Not quite as powerful as Vin Diesel, but powerful.

When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee. When a Lover is an Owner Different is he.

We all parent the best we can. Being human, we're ambivalent. We want perfection for our babies, but we also need sleep.

Perhaps every generation thinks of itself as a lost generation and perhaps every generation is right.

When you've heard one bagpipe tune, you've heard them both.

To be anywhere near an enormous ocean liner when you are just like a fish in the water is frightening.

What am I? Am I the bulb that carries the light, or am I the light of which the bulb is a vehicle?

I sometimes think that there is nothing but time, that what you see and what you feel is what time looks like at that moment.