bad writing's like bad women: there's just not much you can do about it

Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.

The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.

Find what you love and let it kill you.

If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.

Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

Sometimes I feel as if we are all trapped in a movie. We know our lines, where to walk, how to act, only there is no camera. Yet, we can't break out of the movie. And it's a bad one.

You have to die a few times before you can really live.

I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn't a nightmare.

The day I understood everything, was the day I stopped trying to figure everything out. The day I knew peace was the day I let everything go.

The plans of your enemies against you mean absolutely nothing since God is already busy creating a great future for you.

When you choose to let go, you discover more about who you are and what you want out of life, and then you go for it!

She really was pretty, for a grown-up, but when you are seven, beauty is an abstraction, not an imperative.

Sometimes a line of mathematical research extending through decades can be thought of as one long conversation in which many mathematicians take part. This is fortunately true at present.

I'm real bent on dialogue. I'm just a little bit crazy and when you put that along with 20 years as a criminal lawyer, it's pretty easy to come up with some interesting plots.

My mother died happily of a stroke in her seventies.

I am in the midst of a soliloquy! I wrote this out and memorized it and if you interrupt me I will completely screw it up,' Augustus interrupted. 'Please to be eating your sandwich and listening.

I saw myself as an electronic joy rider.

I'm like Madonna: I'm Ming-Na. Just my first and middle name. That's it. Pure and simple.