How often do the poor in the US get to stand in front of their nation's Marie Antoinette's and shove the stale, mass-produced cake of lower class reality back into their mouths?

A wave of saudade swept over me as I realized home never existed at all. The concept of home felt far from my reach, and I felt sick with longing.

Adversity has the remarkable ability of introducing the real you to yourself.

I left a piece of my soul that will always rightfully belong in the desert.

It was a frightening metaphor for what the United States was becoming – a Titanic of rich, proud dimwits heading for the iceberg of anti-colonialist backlash.

To stay alive, you have to keep moving. Running, relocating, driving, doing everything in your power to stay in motion and make it to safety.

It is not enough to hope for something to happen and throw it into the universe. You, too, must also work to make it happen.

The open road. Seemingly my only friend for years upon end since leaving war. The road embraced me, let me breathe, and more importantly, did not judge me.

Get acquainted with your shadow, or find yourself surprised when a crisis emerges.

I have been cheated out of being treated like a human being. In my reflection I saw an empty vessel. They had cheated me and I was desperate to make the sharp pain in my head stop.

Home.” This was my mantra, my four-letter savior.

Sadness is a vice.

The answer of understanding more books... is reading more. That's the answer or read more creepypasta or listen to creepypasta.

You may not like what I see but I don't like what you do.

I've been blessed with plenty of ability. It's just not as easily noticed as some guys.

The pathos of it all is that the America which is to be protected by a huge military force is not the America of the people, but that of the privileged class.

All my life I've been pleasin' everyone but me, waking up in someone else's dream.

Some people think that all the equipment you need to discuss religion is a mouth.

I took comfort, as a kid, in knowing that things had always been as awful and as wonderful as they were now, that the world was always on the edge of total destruction.

If I tell you something, you will stick to it and limit your own capacity to find out for yourself.

You can call me what you like, but I will be taking your cake. -L (from Death Note)