Because nothing was sacred. Not in this world. Not in stones. Not in trees. Not in legacies. Certainly not in love.

Despite her words about letting go, melancholy washed over her. Because words are easy and often thrown around with trite intentions.

I ached with loss that I’d never allowed myself to feel. As if I was leaving something important behind. And that something was me.

Leaving yourself behind is the worst loss a person can know.

There was something comforting about believing in things that didn’t exist.

In the darkness, she listened to the silence. She wallowed in the beautiful nothing it made.

But sometimes, things are better to just hear. Some questions better left unasked. Some words better left unsaid. Because saying them doesn’t make you matter any less.

Couches and tables and beds don’t make a home. Home is where you feel less alone.

Carelessness was once something to be owned. They wore it around their necks as they joined the springtime breeze while ducking in and out of the forest believing their fairy tale.

Change is coming, she whispered to the bugs bouncing off her window. You can’t escape it.

I would always be a better hater of things and institutions than a lover of them.

That's the thing with handmade items. They still have the person's mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone.

I have always believed that anybody with a little guts and the desire to apply himself can make it, can make anything he wants to make of himself.

I grew up in the Alps and France, and Barbie was my first exposure to the American woman. For me she was blonde, she was free and she was fun.

I might play in shorts, but I wear the pants.

Lacking many of the essential implements, it irritated me to be reduced to impotence in the face of artistic projects to which I had passionately given myself.

They said I would never write this book. Well, f**k ’em – ’cos here it is. All I have to do now is remember something... Bollocks. I can’t remember anything.

I eat green ants often enough. They are wonderful. The trick is to squash them before you eat them, otherwise they bite your tongue and it ruins the experience.

It worked well because Don Murray didn't want to be on Knots anymore.

Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze by the sweet power of music.