“Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me.”

What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

The hardest thing, I think, is to live richly in the present, without letting it be tainted and spoiled out of fear for the future or regret for a badly-managed past.

So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.

Eternity bores me, I never wanted it.

Intoxicated with madness, I’m in love with my sadness.

Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company.

There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.

I hate handing over money to people for doing what I could just as easily do myself, it makes me nervous.

I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I’d never seen before in my life.

The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it.

I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out.

I smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists.

I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.

Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.

Love life day by day, color by color, touch by touch.

What a blessing to be hurt yet see the good, what a curse to always understand and never be understood.

I’m not going to be doing anything to hurt myself or my fans.

I never want to hurt no one to the point so they can’t go back to their children.

I have been taken for a ride a couple of times. I’ve been hurt by people who I’ve had a 90 percent possibility of being hurt by.

I was quiet, not blind, but very deep inside, I was hurt.

Bella, can you drop the rock, please? Carefully. Don’t hurt yourself.

The things that hurt us teach us.

Please don’t throw phones. They hurt. And we sell them on eBay.