“Time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless.”

I lie as truthfully as I can.

People run from rain but sit in bathtubs full of water.

Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.

I still have a little whiskey left and therefore a chance.

Wherever the crowd goes run in the other direction. They’re always wrong.

The shortest distance between two points is often unbearable.

The world is full of boring, identical and mindless people.

I am a series of small victories and large defeats and I am as amazed as any other that I have gotten from there to here.

Dogs and angels are not very far apart.

She’s mad, but she’s magic. There’s no lie in her fire.

Almost everybody is born a genius and buried an idiot.

Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain from you your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you, and let it devour your remains.

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

I don’t remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.

Love is all right for those who can handle the psychic overload. It’s like trying to carry a full garbage can on your back over a rushing river of piss.

We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

His eyes close, and he draws a long breath. When they open again, they’re colder than ever. “And that’s where you’d be disappointed, Lou.There is no good to be found in Death.

The media is either our salvation or our death.

Inside I’m dying. Outside I’m smiling.

For the dead and the living, we must bear witness. Not only are we responsible for the memories of the dead, we are responsible for what we do with those memories

Honey, we all got to go sometime, reason or no reason. Dying’s as natural as living. The man who’s too afraid to die is too afraid to live.

It is life, more than death, that has no limits.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.

Pride dies 20 minutes after death.