“Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday.”

You won’t find reasonable men on the tops of tall mountains.

For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.

Freedom is something that dies unless it’s used.

Graffiti is beautiful; like a brick in the face of a cop.

Buy the ticket, take the ride.

He had that rare weird electricity about him – that extremely wild and heavy presence that you only see in a person who has abandoned all hope of ever behaving normally.

If there is in fact, a heaven and a hell, all we know for sure is that hell will be a viciously overcrowded version of Phoenix.

There are always risks in challenging excessive police power, but the risks of not challenging it are more dangerous, even fatal.

It was like falling down an elevator shaft and landing in a pool full of mermaids.

I’m a word freak. I like words. I’ve always compared writing to music. That’s the way I feel about good paragraphs. When it really works, it’s like music.

I was never trying, necessarily, to be an outlaw. It was just the place in which I found myself.

There is no story unless you’ve written it.

Avoid being seized by the police. The cops are not your friends. Don’t tell them anything.

Writing is the flip side of sex – it’s good only when it’s over.

I have no taste for either poverty or honest labor, so writing is the only recourse left for me.

So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?

Every man must do two things alone; he must do his own believing and his own dying.

You ache with loneliness one night so much you weep and I say ‘here is a rope tie it around me Hafiz will be your companion for life’.

I accepted the face that as much as I want to lead others, and love to be around other people, in some essential way, I am something of a loner.

I accepted the face that as much as I want to lead others, and love to be around other people, in some essential way, I am something of a loner.

My love, we walk amongst a crowd of lonely hearts.

And who will advocate for me? Me. Even when it feels lonely. Lonely is where we grow the most.

There is freedom in loneliness. A kind of freedom that hurts. The kind you wish you never had.

Sometimes I get really lonely. Especially when I’m throwing a Frisbee.