“Part of me is afraid to get close to people because I’m afraid that they’re going to leave.”

The seeds of who I am now had been planted. Fools aren’t born, I wrote in my notebook one day during ethics class. They are watered and grown like weeds by institutions such as Christianity.

Whatever doesn’t kill you, it’s gonna leave a scar.

Most of the world’s problems could be avoided if people just said what they fucking meant.

Not only are love and hate such closely related emotions, but it’s a lot easier to hate someone you’ve cared about than someone you never have.

I was becoming the cold, emotionally crippled monster I always wanted to be, and I wasn’t so sure I liked it. But it was too late. The metamorphosis was already well under way.

When someone was willing to drown with me, I really didn’t want to drown anymore.

Hello world and hello universe. Thank you all very much.

I never said to be like me, I say be yourself and make a difference.

Art should never be an answer but a question.

In the end we’re all Jerry Springer guests, really, we just haven’t been on the show,

I remember growing up, saying you’re an artist it sounds pretentious but now it’s one of the only dignified things that you can call yourself.

The mind is the greatest bomb.

Everybody has a light and a dark side, and neither can exist without the other.

Anyone I may have used should feel happy that they even had a use. It’s better than being useless.

Deep down, most adults hate people who go against the grain.

Find what you are afraid of, face it, and then you won’t be afraid of it anymore.

We can’t leave people in abject poverty, so we need to raise the standard of living for 80% of the world’s people, while bringing it down considerably for the 20% who are destroying our natural resources.

I must have been out of my mind to believe pain wouldn’t leave any scars.

The ultimate test of a moral society is the kind of world that it leaves to its children.

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.

You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.

Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.

Gratitude, warm, sincere, intense, when it takes possession of the bosom, fills the soul to overflowing and scarce leaves room for any other sentiment or thought.

May God in his mercy lead us through these times; but above all, may he lead us to himself.