Suicide is very contagious.

Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified?

You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past.

It's only in drugs or death we'll see anything new, and death is just too controlling.

Six hundred and forty fish later, the only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.

Honest is how I want to look. The truth doesn't glitter and shine.

Here are the shadows left behind by a thousand moments, a thousand moods, of needs traced here on the wall by men who are gone. Here is the record of their being here.

Nothing shows you the straight line from here to death like a list.

If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it, doesn't it just lie there and rot?

You can tell people the truth, but they'll never believe you until the event. In the meantime, the truth will just piss them off and get you in a lot of trouble.

A girl calls and asks, "Does it hurt very much to die?""Well, sweetheart, " I tell her, "yes, but it hurts a lot more to keep living.

We've had great successes, but our future is not about our past success. It's going to be about whether we will invent things that are really going to drive our future.

You must not under any pretense allow your mind to dwell on any thought that is not positive, constructive, optimistic, kind.

I dont think I threw myself into music because I had the best intentions; it was because I was really angry.

We so desperately long for all of us to learn that we are meant for one another. We are meant for complementarity. The Syrians are members of our family.

The happiness of man is: I will. The happiness of woman is: he wills.

The publication of a book only brings very paltry results to its author.

I just need to make sure I don't get in my own way of a truthful and organic moment. Regardless of the research involved, at the end of the day, I have to show up, breathe, and listen.

the whole way down, I was only thinking one thing . . . L E N A

A collection of huts surrounded by a barbed wire fence, and in the huts lived 500 of the original inhabitants of our area. And so it went with many country towns around Australia.

My heart is broken,” she goes. “It’s turned to a piece of stone. I’m no good. That’s what’s as bad as anything, that I’m no good anymore.