Hope was supposed to be a good thing, but it was starting to feel like every other four-letter word you're not supposed to say.

Things end. People leave. And you know what? Life goes on. Besides, if bad things didn't happen, how would you be able to feel the good ones?

The world will knock you down plenty. You don't need to be doing it to yourself.

The truth is, I feel beyond sad. I feel empty. Numb.

Why do people think being with someone is the answer to everything?

Things change. Stuff happens. Life goes on.

I do not fall. I fell so hard so long ago there is nothing left for me to land on. I just keep falling and falling and falling.

Anger can try to break your heart, but sorrow is what will. What can. What does.

I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired.

I don't eat bread.' Is she pouting? It's hard to tell. She's had a lot of chemicals injected into her face.

I love books. I like that the moment you open one and sink into it you can escape from the world, into a story that's way more interesting that yours will ever be.

The mind of a man!

Steam in an open space would just simply scatter in different directions. Steam contained in an engine can move a whole train. Success comes from One-pointedness and Constancy of Aim and Effort.

Sometime your only blocks are you.... Stop thinking small and play with the unlimited power you have been given.

At first, I felt proud when someone said 'Your work looks like a man did it.' Then I realized that was stupid

Climate deniers are less immoral than Holocaust deniers, although they are undoubtedly more dangerous.

From the beginning, this culture - civilization - has been a culture of occupation.

Writers are given one great story to tell their story. I’m telling my story as a political document.

you will never catch up. Walk around feeling like a leaf know you could tumble at any second. Then decide what to do with your time. --The Art of Disappearing

The problem of telling contemporary history is that your message gets outdated.

Flowers spring up unsown and die ungathered.