I caught him by the collar and dumped him into the nearest bin."That's where people like YOU belong!" I spat at him as his legs wiggled in the air. "In the garbage!" - Chapter 2: Miserable Torture

If you think happiness is a rare bird you won't see much of it.

What are we promoting in society? Well-behaved automatons that spew back what they learned in a book. That's not science. You can get a parrot to do that.

We argue with our biology, and the result of that argument is civilization.

You know love is everything you say A whisper, a word Promises you give You feel it in the heartbeat of the day You know this is the way love is

To achieve greatness one should live as if they will never die.

And the books you write. They're not you. They're not me sitting here, this Henry Miller. They belong to someone else. It's terrible. You can never rest.

As an actor, I've always said, half the audience is going to love you, half is going to hate you so just live with it. It's easier that way.

I am 36 years old, I can't change. I have tried, trust me, but I can't. It's nice to get over yourself and just do it.

Now I am setting out into the unknown. It will take me a long while to work through the grief. There are no shortcuts; it has to be gone through.

The Earth is not dying-it is being killed. And the people who are killing it have names and addresses.