The longer I do my job the more I realize that humans lack good mirrors. It's so hard for anyone to show us how we look, and so hard for us to show anyone how we feel.

The town was paper, but the memories were not.

As long as we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story.

That's always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfeast cereals based on color instead of taste.

Peeing is like a good book in that it is very, very hard to stop once you start.

Poetry is just so emo." he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.

The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle of a sentence.

I don't know how I look, but I know how I feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.

The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle.

As far as I can tell, there are two basic (kissing) rules: 1. Don't bite anything without permission. 2. The human tongue is like wasabi: it's very powerful, and should be used sparingly.

I will play out the string. I will not betray your trust. I will find you.

Why should we remain innocent of what lurks in the shadows? How can we live in the world if we don't understand how dark and brutal it can be?

My discontent has accumulated over the past months, searching for a leak in the dam I’ve constructed to separate my true feelings from the situation closing in around me.

I am a bit of a solitude person - a solitary personality. I like being on my own. I don't have any major friendships or relationships with people.

When my family isn't alright, I get restless. It just doesn't seem right to me.

The better you work to find the pain point and problem facing a diversity of users, the more clearly you can DEFINE the goal when you implement the process for culturally intelligent innovation.

I have to come first, because then everyone benefits.

I have gone insane. I won't be talking with you for a while.

You have to learn the rules to be able to know how to break them.

The Law is for the proud and the Gospel for the brokenhearted.

…we all lie to ourselves; we tell our own selves more lies than we ever do other people.