“The fact is always obvious much too late, but the most singular difference between happiness and joy is that happiness is a solid and joy a liquid.”

I’m sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.

You don’t know how to talk to people you don’t like. Don’t love, really. You can’t live in the world with such strong likes and dislikes.

You can’t stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.

I could happily lie down and die sometimes.

Do you know what I was smiling at? You wrote down that you were a writer by profession. It sounded to me like the loveliest euphemism I had ever heard. When was writing ever your profession? It’s never been anything but your religion.

And I have one of those very loud, stupid laughs. I mean if I ever sat behind myself in a movie or something, I’d probably lean over and tell myself to please shut up.

All morons hate it when you call them a moron.

People are always ruining things for you.

People are mostly hot to have a discussion when you’re not.

The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it.

There are nice things in the world – and I mean nice things. We’re all such morons to get so sidetracked.

Sometimes you get tired of riding in taxicabs the same way you get tired riding in elevators. All of a sudden, you have to walk, no matter how far or how high up.

I have so much I want to tell you, and nowhere to begin.

You don’t have to think too hard when you talk to teachers.

I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.

I mean how do you know what you’re going to do till you do it? The answer is, you don’t. I think I am, but how do I know? I swear it’s a stupid question.

If you didn’t want her to scream so loud you shouldn’t have tried to strangle her voice -both love & violence are a choice.

Whatever I feel is not a choice, but dwelling on it is, so I stand up and walk and walk and walk a w a y.

People who break your heart should not be a choice anymore.

You are where you are based on the choices of your past. ⁣ 

In life, you always have a choice. Whatever it touches: the choice of wardrobes, who you spend your time with, what gifts you give, what you believe in and what thoughts you focus on. Chaos is your choice. Anger is your choice.

Your happiness lies in your choices.

Choices is king. It will make or break your life.

Your choice in people changes when you start loving yourself.