If you need help or advice, ask for it, but don't worry too much about hurting other people's feelings by not doing what they say. If your gut says no, trust it. Do what seems right.

The last introvert in a world of extroverts. Silence: my response to both emptiness and saturation. But silence frightens people. I had to learn how to talk. Out of politeness.

I think there are different kinds of happiness. We know when we're happy a lot of the time, but then there are those moments that have more of an afterglow, when the happiness has more depth.

I don't know if my mother was a narcissist - or bi-polar or borderline. Those were words she tossed around over the years.

Conventional wisdom tells us we'll only be happier after a divorce if the marriage itself was a war zone.

With each beat, the heart pumps nearly three ounces of blood into the arteries--seventy-five to ninety gallons an hour when the body is at rest.

When I was a kid, my mother's parenting style teetered between benign neglect and intense bouts of violence.

I always do like seeing other people dance in their cars. It's one of the things that makes me happy.

Your heart is the size of your fist; keep loving, keep fighting.

Looking for the perfect day is not going to make us happy, because that day isn't going to come.

Artists and writers have to understand and live the truth that what we are doing is nourishing the world.

The feeling of being both trapped and free at the same time is the most mind twisting feeling of all.

Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate!

I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.

So many nights I cried myself to sleep. Now that you love me, I love myself. I never thought I would say this. I never thought there'd be you.

A road to a friend's house is never long.

There were a lot of beautiful, thin people out there driving nice cars. It was a whole different experience being in L.A.

What is deeper is warmer. When you’re looking for what is deeper, add warmth.

I lay in bed at night crying to myself. The only one who loved me and watched over me was someone I couldn't see or hear or touch.

The mind is only a bundle of thoughts. The thoughts have their root in the I-thought. Whoever investigates the True "I" enjoys the stillness of bliss.

Long live gravity! Long live stupidity, error, and greed in the palaces of fantasy capitalism!