I play the radio and moon about...and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.

Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.

She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn't boring.

I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.

I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.

isn't it funny how danger makes people passionate?

By the time a person has achieved years adequate for choosing a direction, the die is cast and the moment has long since passed which determined the future.

Experience teaches you how to do things you never want to do again.

I wish I could write a beautiful book to break those hearts that are soon to cease to exist: a book of faith and small neat worlds and of people who live by the philosophies of popular songs.

God loves you not because you are worthy, but because He is God and you are a fixture in His mind.

Last good pratfall I did, I broke bones in both hands. I still feel it when people shake my hand.

I'm hopeless with money; I simply spend what I've got.

I don't like the word 'strong,' because a strong character is never an interesting character. A character is made interesting by their vulnerabilities and their weaknesses.

Not everyone, the Collector was aware, is improved by the job he does in life; some people are visibly disimproved.

The most able seems clumsy.

As unhealthy as I am, I'm weirdly aware of exactly how my body functions.

Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole.

I think there will be 20 years of evolution from linear broadcast to internet television.

Sooner strangle an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.