There are so many people. It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined.

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.

Decide the type of person you want to be, and when others aren’t looking, unique up on them.

You can judge a leader by the size of the problem he tackles... Other people can cope with the waves, it's his job to watch the tide.

As a model, I didn't have an identity; I was a chameleon, a silent actress. I was an amorphous thing. I wasn't full of personality, I was full of solitude and solemnity. I wasn't a cover-girl type.

Only a vision - that is what one must have.

I always see those jeans with the stretchy front on pregnant women, and they look like the dreamiest thing ever.

Rare is the man who suffers no remorse as he passes from the state of confidant to that of rival.

It occurred to me that we live in a lunatic world where the only way to maintain peace is to have an enormous war-making machine.

Consider the rights of others before your own feelings, and the feelings of others before your own rights.

Tis Better to Sit there and LOOK the fool, than to open your mouth and prove it.

Metaphor is the lifeblood of all art.