“You were sick, but now you’re well again, and there’s work to do.”

Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before.

There are too many of us and we are all too far apart.

Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?

Many people need desperately to receive this message: ‘I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.

I can have oodles of charm when I want to.

Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way.

Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, It might have been.

One of the few good things about modern times: If you die horribly on television, you will not have died in vain. You will have entertained us.

I was a victim of a series of accidents, as are we all.

All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist.

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.

Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said before, bugs in amber.

Ting-a-ling mother fucker.

All right – I’ll tell you what you did for me: you went for happy, silly, beautiful walks with me.

If I am going to spend eternity visiting this moment and that, I’m grateful that so many of those moments are nice.

I couldn’t help wondering if that was what God put me on Earth for–to find out how much a man could take without breaking.

So sick of us calling this ugly feeling grief.

Every now and then I hear voices in my head, but not very clear. I can’t understand what they are saying. It’s a mental illness. I have been diagnosed as a manic depressive.

I’m a very loyal boyfriend. I’m a bit of a joker I can be romantic, but not too sickly.

Politics, when I am in it, makes me sick.

I didn’t come back for the money. I just got sick of beating people up for free.

I have been vegetarian for twelve years. And I have never been seriously ill. Vegetarian food strengthens the immune system. I think that meat makes you sick.

Why does the UN need to raise money for ebola? Can’t the gov just print the damn dollars themselves and get this done already.

Lovesick, bitter and hardened heart. Aching, waiting for life to start