“It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.”

Sex is interesting, but it’s not totally important.

Anything is a waste of time unless you are fucking well or creating well or getting well or looming toward a kind of phantom – love – happiness.

If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start.

What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.

There are only two things wrong with money: too much or too little.

An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.

The wisest thing to do if you’re living in hell is to make yourself comfortable.

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside – remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.

Some lose all mind and become soul, insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual – some lose both and become accepted.

Only the boring get bored.

We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.

Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.

Of course it’s possible to love a human being if you don’t know them too well.

Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.

We must bring our own light to the darkness.

To do a dull thing with style-now that’s what I call art.

I don’t want to be alone, I want to be left alone.

Don’t get too much emotionally attached to anyone. 

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

Tears come from the heart and not from the brain.

The sad soul once had happy stories to tell.

There’s power in the broken pieces. Your brokenness can become your breakthrough.

Sometimes when you’re young, you have moments of such happiness, you think you’re living on someplace magical, like Atlantis must have been. Then we grow up and our hearts break into two.

Sorrows are our best educator. A man can see further through a tear than a telescope.