You know those primitive tribal people who believed a camera could steal your soul? Turns out they were right.

Hate is a lot like love. It's warm and fills you up until every part of you is tingling to release it.

This night felt like a last hurrah, like we could blaze our brightest, at the apex of our insane adolescence. This was our Mardi Gras before the dark days of Lent.

He looks like the kind of boy who would jump trains, strum guitars, and pass a joint.

You can't screw up your own suicide and then expect the universe to give you presents wrapped in the skin of a wonderful boy. That's just not the way it works.

The past is past. You tried to kill yourself. So what? I humped a couch in season twelve. We all have our skeletons.

Depression is a reality with everyone. What’s important is the ability to move on.

Every blessing is a challenge to work.

As for me all I know is that I know nothing.

In a tuxedo, I'm a star. In regular clothes, I'm a nobody.

Evil to him who evil thinks.

We wear our problems diffrently

Personalities are like impressionistic paintings. At a distance, each person is 'all of a piece'; up close, each is a bewildering complexity of moods, cognitions, and motives.

If you enter into the spirit of Life, you are really reproducing in yourself the qualities of the Creator of that which allows something to be manifested and created in the first place.

It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield.