There's sure no passion in the human soul, But finds its food in music.

A noble birth and fortune, though they make not a bad man good, yet they are a real advantage to a worthy one and place his virtues in a fairer light.

The firmest purpose of a woman's heart to well-timed, artful flattery may yield.

Truth is truth, though from an enemy, and spoken in malice.

What shall we call this undetermin'd state, This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless oceans, That whence we came, and that to which we tend?

The barren branches may appear inelegant: They are, to the cook, the means to make his fire.

Sometimes I sing along in the car, if something good is playing like Marvin Gaye.

The sermon is now the true poppy of literature.

Most artists are surrealists

The Truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind.

I can't belong to groups. I've tried. I behave normally, but people don't look at me normally.

I always go to my Kanye [West], Jay-Z. I go back to alot of the stuff that I know for sure that I like.

Dear Die-ary, today I stuffed some dolls full of dead rats I put in the blender. I'm wondering if, maybe, there really is something wrong with me.

And have her back by midnight. " "Is that some powerful Caster hour?" "No. It's her curfew.

Maybe probably ain’t all that comforting a word when it’s maybe yer not dying.