I like the idea of trying to write a book in every genre.
Bad news travels at the speed of light; good news travels like molasses.
My sense of humor is a turkey, and I pull it out of the oven and baste it in reality.
And when I was angry, when I was younger, I was in a cocoon. Now I'm a beautiful, black butterfly.
They say when opportunity knocks you should let it in and invite it to sit at your table. F*** that -- when opportunity knocks, you should take it captive. Beat that s*** down. I've got opportunity tied to a chair in my basement with a ball gag in its mouth. Opportunity ain't even thinking about leaving my house. If you keep quiet for a second, you'll hear it whining.
Don't follow in my footsteps. Be original, and create your own path. Be a trailblazer! Do you! Be better than me. Do you! Be happy and have joy in your life.
I see knowledge of self. I know who I am. When I look in the mirror, I see me.
The eighteen years he has lived seem but a moment, a breathing space in the long march of humanity. Already he hears death calling. With all his heart he wants to come close to some other human, touch someone with his hands, be touched by the hand of another.
It's a tribute to the human brain that anyone is able to function out there on television in a talk situation that is entirely artificial.
Scrape the surface of language, and you will behold interstellar space and the skin that encloses it.
It is a clear gain to sacrifice pleasure in order to avoid pain.