“I think life is perverse. It can be beautiful, but it won’t.”

Sometimes I feel like a figment of my own imagination.

Remember we’re all in this alone.

Maybe if people started to listen, history would stop repeating itself.

Creating characters is just another way to express a type and put that type to use.

In the depths of the night, fear grips my heart. It paralyzes my mind. But most of all, I feel very, very alone

If you read a lot of books you are considered well read. But if you watch a lot of TV, you’re not considered well viewed.

I always wanted to be somebody, but now I realize I should have been more specific.

For fast-acting relief try slowing down.

Why isn’t there a special name for the tops of your feet?

I have always felt that humor was a wonderful vehicle to let us become connected with each other and ourselves; I try to portray the similarities and polarities in men and women, so that we can acknowledge and embrace our collective consciousness.

I worry about kids today – because of the sexual revolution, they’re going to grow up and never know what “dirty” means.

We are all in this together, by ourselves.

Man invented language to satisfy his deep need to complain.

Success is a ladder that cannot be climbed with your hands in your pocket – The road to success is always under construction.

But there are too many people that make so much money at the cost of lives of other humans and for no reason but to make the money.

If life is so meaningless, then why are we always bringing it up?

The flowers don’t get to choose when they die. But oh boy, when they live they are beautiful.

There is slow growth, but it is positive slow growth. At the same time, ratios of debt-to-incomes go down. That’s a beautiful deleveraging.

You don’t need to go far to find beauty. – you just need to start seeing yourself.

Broken glass taught me there is something so beautiful in shattering.

You made my non-existent perfect fall apart and unfold gently in the arms of your pure acceptance. Imperfections that became alive, then anything that’s ever been known as beautiful.

It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.

I believed less is what I needed, what I tried to achieve; I thought less is more, better, the minimalistic beauty of life.

In the word question, there is a beautiful word – quest. I love that word.