Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and something worse?

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.

I think music is what language once aspired to be. Music allows us to face God on our own terms because it reaches beyond life.

it is being honest about my painthat makes me invincible.

The myth of unlimited production brings war in its train as inevitably as clouds announce a storm.

For in the end, freedom is a personal and lonely battle; and one faces down fears of today so that those of tomorrow might be engaged.

Whenever someone has the ability to impact people's lives, I think that's one of the greatest things that God gives us as individuals.

Life's a party. Invite yourself.

An undesirable society, in other words, is one which internally and externally sets up barriers to free intercourse and communication of experience.

love of truth, ordinary common truth recognizable to everyone, is the ruling passion of the novel.

There is no recollection which time does not put an end to, and no pain which death does not remove.

Come then, and let us pass a leisure hour in storytelling, and our story shall be the education of our heroes.