“Please read my diary, look through my things and figure me out.”

Believe everything you read.

I’m so happy. Cause today I found my friends. They’re in my head.

Married, Married, Married! Buried! Yeah yeah yeah yeah.

You create attention to attract attention.

I knew I was different. I thought that I might be gay or something because I couldn’t identify with any of the guys at all. None of them liked art or music. They just wanted to fight and get laid. It was many years ago but it gave me this real hatred for the average American macho male.

If you die you’re completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on. I’m not afraid of dying. Total peace after death, becoming someone else is the best hope I’ve got.

Total peace after death, becoming someone else, is the best hope I’ve got.

I’d rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.

None of you will ever know what I am thinking.

Kids don’t care about rock and roll as much as they used to, as the other generations have.

There’s good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad.

Just because it’s all you want, doesn’t mean it’s all you need.

Peace, love, empathy.

I’m a much happier guy than a lot of people think I am.

Don’t expect me to cry for the wrong reasons.

Rather be dead then cool.

The only really safe thing to do is to write a diary of where you’ve been, what time you went to bed, what you ate. If I wrote honestly about everything I think it’d be a disaster. It would cause a lot of trouble.

If you read, you’ll judge.

Though my father was Norwegian, he always wrote his diaries in perfect English.

Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.

I paint the way some people write an autobiography. The paintings, finished or not, are the pages from my diary.

The reason for my starting a diary is that I have no real friend.

Writing in a diary is a really strange experience for someone like me.

I always say, keep a diary and someday it’ll keep you.