“Everything I wrote was true because I believed what I saw.”

Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.

Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.

Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree.

I didn’t know what to say. I felt like crying, Goddammit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being.

You aren’t ever going to be anything in this world unless you do what you want to do, when you want to do it–don’t plan anything, just go out and do it.

You’d be surprised how little I knew even up to yesterday

Finding Nirvana is like locating silence.

I promise I shall never give up, and that I’ll die yelling and laughing, and that until then I’ll rush around this world I insist is holy and pull at everyone’s lapel and make them confess to me and to all.

Don’t drink to get drunk. Drink to enjoy life.

All of life is a foreign country.

The silence was an intense roar.

This is the story of America. Everybody’s doing what they think they’re supposed to do.

But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things.

The best teacher is experience and not through someone’s distorted point of view.

My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women’s feet and asked for forgiveness.

It’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

We believe that in reducing the scope and importance of our errors, we are properly humble; in truth, we are merely unwilling to bear the weight of our true responsibility.

I think we ought always to entertain our opinions with some measure of doubt. I shouldn’t wish people dogmatically to believe any philosophy, not even mine.

You can only find out what you actually believe (rather than what you think you believe) by watching how you act.

The greater the crime perpetrated by the leadership, the less likely it is that the people will ever believe their leaders to be capable of perpetrating such an event.

I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you’re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.”

What is wanted is not the will to believe, but the will to find out, which is the exact opposite.

The superstitious man wishes he did not believe in gods, as the atheist does not, but fears to disbelieve in them.

Who tricked you into believing another person was meant to complete you when the most they can do is a compliment.