People who believe in politics are like people who believe in God: they are sucking wind through bent straws.

Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.

The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.

Find what you love and let it kill you.

If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.

Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

Sometimes I feel as if we are all trapped in a movie. We know our lines, where to walk, how to act, only there is no camera. Yet, we can't break out of the movie. And it's a bad one.

You have to die a few times before you can really live.

I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn't a nightmare.

Greatness begins where mediocrity ends.

To bear a child or to get married is not the primary goal for a lady who wants to become successful in life

The two smallest boys were cut down first, bodies bounding in different directions as they were shot from opposite sides of the field, like pinballs caught in a tight corner.

She was like a wound beneath an old bandage, and he had grown more used to the bandage.

Just remember... it doesn't matter how long you have known each other.. all that matters is that he has kept you smiling from day one

Write about the things that attract you. Choose your subjects the way you used to choose your toys: out of desire.

A writer loves the dark, loves it, but is always fumbling around in the light.

I have loved justice and hated iniquity: therefore I die in exile.

So round and round you go, spinning mental wheels and nowhere finding anyplace to get traction. What the hell...is it?

Life is a continued struggle to be what we are not, and to do what we cannot.