I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad.

I wanted to tell people, "My depression is acting up today" as an excuse for not seeing them, but I never managed to pull it off.

And I could have died right then. And considering how things went, I really should have.

I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?

I have a system with bathrooms. I spend a lot of time in them. They are sanctuaries, public places of peace spaced throughout the world for people like me.

We look into each other's eyes as we shake. His are still full of death and horror, but in them I see my face reflected, and inside my tiny eyes inside his, I think I see some hope.

It's such a silly little thing, the heart.

Dreams are only dreams until you wake up and make them real.

That's worst than gonerreha, man!

I waste at least an hour every day lying in bed. Then I waste time pacing. I waste time thinking. I waste time being quiet and not saying anything because I'm afraid I'll stutter.

It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare, you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.""And what is that nightmare, Craig?""Life.

I like the relative literacy of at least some of England. I mean, I didn't come for the food or the weather!

Success is being nothing but a quote.

You've got to pursue your dreams and it will get you to places that you can't even imagine.

Be a part of all that is decent and be an ambassador for the kind of world that you want to live in.

There is no shortage of mechanisms by which to measure almost anything.

Ability is of little account without opportunity. I have very rarely met with two o'clock in the morning courage: I mean instantaneous courage.

In life you have a choice: Bitter or Better? Choose better, forget bitter.

My father always used to say to me, it doesn’t matter what the profession is, but if they’re the best in their field, it will always be fascinating to watch.

No poet is ever completely lost. He has the secret of his childhood safe with him, like some secret cave in which he can kneel. And, when we read his poetry, we can join him there.

We should picture the instrument that carries our mental functioning as resembling a compound microscope or photographic apparatus.