I’m broken, I have cut myself wide open. I can see my heart and it is not what I believed it was, it is not good and kind and all the things I have always thought I am.

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.

If you feed a bird, you don't have to force it to come to you.

When you're young your reality is accepted by most. When you're older, your reality changes and that seems to upset most people.

The idea of a detached art, of poetry as a charm which exists only to distract our leisure, is a decadent idea and an unmistakable symptom of our power to castrate.

Earlier today, the jury at the Martha Stewart trial reached a verdict. Martha was found guilty on all charges. In a related story, there's a huge sale at K-Mart.

Think! Think and wonder. Wonder and think. How much water can 55 elephants drink?

I thought it was too wacky for the general public. On his original opinion of his movie's chances for success, 1997.

I always prided myself on the fact that I could live out of milk crates forever. It was kind of my way of detaching from materialism.

It can be argued that man's instinct to gamble is the only reason he is still not a monkey up in the trees.

We cannot help living in history. We can only fail to be aware of it.

Don't tell me of deception; a lie is a lie, whether it be a lie to the eye or a lie to the ear.