You need to relax and be yourself, not whoever it is you’re trying to be in your mad little head. I bloody don’t, though. I’m me and I’m good at it.

And don't tell me the end justifies the means because it doesn't. We never reach the end. All we ever get is means. That's what we live with.

Photography is without mercy--though it's nonsense to say it does not lie. Rather, it lies in a particular, capricious way which makes beggars of ministers and gods of cat's meat men.

I love you forever. I am sorry I cannot love you now.

Nature intended in her design a hearty life of toil, open fires and plump old age attended by a brood of sun-touched brats.

Joe is never sure whether they're mad or just alarmingly and uncompromisingly incapable of self-delusion.

I believe that worrying about a bad thing prepares you for it when it comes. If you worry, the bad thing doesn't hit you as hard. You can roll with the punch if you see it coming.

If Heaven and angels exist in a timeless medium we call Forever ("Hey, nobody here but us angels!") ...Then ... ues what? ...There will be no end of me!

My family and school life are important to me.

It matters to me that I feel loved by the universe - and I do.

I don't drink before shows.

Have books ‘happened’ to you? Unless your answer to that question is ‘yes,’ I’m unsure how to talk to you

Those who covet much suffer from the want.

Well, for me, I grew up very Southern Baptist, and I definitely lived in my bubble. You know, I lived in my bubble that was in my church.

In the usual course of study I had come to a book of a certain Cicero.

Our best yesterdays are now foul piles of crumpled names.