You could be anybody when you're writing. That's the reason that I'm writing: to be anybody. You can put your feet in various shoes and experience anything.

Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.

I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.

No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.

Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it's too late. Say what you're feeling. Waiting is a mistake.

I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?

The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.

When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

You’ve gotta love yourself enough to look INSIDE you & not BESIDE you for your joy, confidence, & self worth.

What doesn't bend, breaks.

In the American soul there is a lonely individual standing in a vast landscape.

dealing with a counter clerk at the phone company who had all the customer service skills of a homicidal sociopath on work release.

Who is to guard the guards themselves?

It's a different ballgame now, so that lets [teo] Macero out. He's always complainin', always sick.

Faith is not reason's labour, but repose.

Four things does a reckless man gain who covets his neighbor's wife - demerit, an uncomfortable bed, thirdly, punishment, and lastly, hell.

If what you want to tell me is neither True nor Good nor even Useful, why tell it to me at all

The written word still enjoyed a certain prestige here. It was a sluggish country.