“A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.”

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

Before my death I hope to obtain my life

Baby,” I said, “I’m a genius but nobody knows it but me.

Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.

The less I needed, the better I felt.

It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun.

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.

Great art is horseshit, buy tacos.

Simplicity is always the secret, to a profound truth, to doing things, to writing, to painting. Life is profound in its simplicity

The tired sunsets and the tired people – it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all.

Any asshole can chase a skirt, art takes discipline.

We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system.

We’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care.

We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting.

Beauty is nothing, beauty won’t stay. You don’t know how lucky you are to be ugly, because if people like you, you know it’s for something else.

I’d been broken beyond repair.

Without you, dearest dearest I couldn’t see or hear or feel or think – or live – I love you so and I’m never in all our lives going to let us be apart another night.

I wish I could write a beautiful book to break those hearts that are soon to cease to exist: a book of faith and small neat worlds and of people who live by the philosophies of popular songs.

Laws are like spiders webs which, if anything small falls into them they ensnare it, but large things break through and escape.

Courage, ne’er by sorrow broken! Aid where tears of virtue flow; Faith to keep each promise spoken! Truth alike to friend and foe!

Wars spring from unseen and generally insignificant causes, the first outbreak being often but an explosion of anger.

I’ll always leave the same set of strings on my guitars when I’m recording. If I break one I’ll just replace it instead of putting on a whole new set of strings.

Jackson plays a broken guitar because he’s in love with it, and doesn’t want to fix it, I think. It’s so broken.