What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.
We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.
It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past.
The only difference between a suicide and a martyrdom really is the amount of press coverage.
If you love something set it free, but don’t be surprised if it comes back with herpes.
Have your adventures, make your mistakes, and choose your friends poorly – all these make for great stories.
At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.
Your parents are sort of like God. Sure, you love them and want to know they’re still around, but you never really see them unless they want something.
Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary.
Your birth is a mistake you’ll spend your whole life trying to correct.
You’re always haunted by the idea you’re wasting your life.
