“I want a blaze of light to flame in me forever in a timeless, dear love of everything. And why should I pretend to want anything else?”

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.

Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you’re already in heaven now.

There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.

No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength.

Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain.

Don’t tell them too much about your soul. They’re waiting for just that.

Like a flame without its shadow you’re there.

I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames.

And if there is still one hellish, truly accursed thing in our time, it is our artistic dallying with forms, instead of being like victims burnt at the stake, signaling through the flames.

I would rather hurt, and walk through the flames you leave, than never feel you.

If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.

I never knew I lost in love’s game until I was the only one left burning in flames.

A corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow.

No hatred is so bitter as that of near relations.