Patrick actually used to be popular before Sam bought him some good music.

There's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.

We accept the love we think we deserve.

please believe that things are good with me, and even when they're not, they will be soon enough. And i will always believe the same about you.

So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.

I just want you to know that you’re very special… and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has.

I would die for you. But I won't live for you.

If you care about somebody, you should want them to be happy. Even if you wind up being left out.

What about when someone doesn't need a shoulder? What if they need the arms?

I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn't try to sleep with someone even if they could have. I need to know these people exist.

It’s strange how things can change back as suddenly as they changed originally. When one thing happens and suddenly, things are back to normal.

...but even strong women need an arm to lean on now and then. (Anna Whitney in Glory in Death)

I am interested in study, reflection, philosophy - but always as a dilettante. I also consider myself a dilettante as a painter.

As you gain more discipline over your body, you will find that a corollary discipline will develop in the mind because the two really go together.

We set out to become a band for our time. But sometimes if you do a good-enough job, you become a band for all time.

That should be your town motto. It's all I ever hear. Like: New Hampshire, Live Free or Die. It should be: Despair, You Need To Leave Now.

Learn a little of anything, and you're ready to proselytize.

[E]very job is composed of many small details, any one of which, if overlooked, can create big problems later.

I love drama. My passion is drama. It always has been. I love telling those sorts of stories.

No one is born a Communist... in the Soviet Union farmers keep on looking in the barn for their horses even after they have given them to the collective.

Proclaim the only truth you can be totally sure of: "I don't know."