But the thing is, I didn't make my friends happy and they didn't make me happy. All we did was get stoned out of our minds. That didn't have anything to do with happiness.

The heart can get really cold if all you've known is winter.

Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that season would ever live inside of me.

I wish I didn’t have a heart that God wrote Sad on.

I’m not a good kid. Yeah, look, I’m just a piece of paper with the word sad and a bunch of cuss words written on it.A lousy piece of paper. That’s me.A piece of paper that’s waiting to be torn up.

I’d rather have a cup of coffee and a cigarette than live in all that honesty.

Breakfast seemed to be a good time for throwing your emotions around. Jodie said that at this place emotions were like Frisbees – people just tossed them around all day long like they were at a park.

What is it with you and that book?"Rafael laughed. "We have a personal relationship.

One of my roommates, Rafael, he's an expert on monsters. Not that he talks about them. I can just tell. People who have monsters recognize each other. They know each other without even saying a word.

People who have monsters recognize each other. They know each other without even saying a word.

The only reality is the now. Why live in the tomorrows and the yesterdays? Live now.

Money equals the ability to be mobile in this word, to travel, to live in a place that is suitable, to not be brought down or drained, to not to be a victim.

My problem is how to find the best way of being useful.

An abusive relationship is worse than being in prison. I mean literally, not figuratively.

Nothing will stop me, and whether I'm here or wherever I may be, I'll always have the same feelings, I'll say what I feel.

I think using waste oils as fuel makes sense. We do waste a huge amount of vegetable oil in this country and using that as a fuel source strikes me as fine.

Hemingway hated me. I sold 200 million books, and he didn't. Of course most of mine sold for 25 cents, but still... you look at all this stuff with a grain of salt.

Borrowing and spending is not the way to prosperity.

Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away / You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.