“No one you love is ever truly lost.”

Cowardice, as distinguished from panic, is almost always simply a lack of ability to suspend the functioning of the imagination.

I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?

I was always a lonely person when I was with everyone.

Intelligence is so damn rare and the people who have it often have such a bad time with it that they get bitter or propagandistic and then it’s not much use.

Religion is the opium of the poor.

I drink to make other people more interesting.

All cowardice comes from not truly loving, or at least, not loving well.

Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.

Develop a built-in bullshit detector.

Critics are men who watch a battle from a high place then come down and shoot the survivors.

Where a man feels at home, outside of where he’s born, is where he’s meant to go.

There are worse places to be than on your own.

When people talk, listen completely. Most people never listen.

If the others heard me talking out loud they would think that I am crazy. But since I am not, I do not care.

There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.

We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.

Maybe those who hurt me in the past were not all monsters, but rather kindred spirits who got lost along the way.

I’ve spent a lot of my life being lost but aren’t those the best adventures?

Imagination is lost in reality’s cruelty.

If ever I get lost don’t take me down that road, instead show me the way to my home. I cannot afford to escape what I’m designed to learn.

I realize, no matter how much we grew, no matter how much we may have learnt, at the end of the day we both lost- because we didn’t have each other.

Lets walk the unknown path, the one you don’t know where it leads.

He stuck in his ways, but hate the taste of his own medicine.

You were a lost boy the summer you tried teaching me how to fly.