I’ve always found the idea of death comforting. The thought that my life could end at any moment frees me to fully appreciate the beauty, and art, and horror of everything this world has to offer.
The only way to view the truth of life, is to stand apart from it, to see the consequence of every thought, every action. But still, we are bound by time and space, unable to steer our destiny.
It is most enlightening when one has unfettered access inside a person’s thoughts.
I’m not an addict, I’m a user. I alleviate boredom and occasionally heighten my thought processes.
Having a thought is not the same as doing it. If we were all on trial for our thoughts, we would all be hanged.
Hannibal follows several trains of thought at once without distraction from any. One of the trains is always for his own amusement.
We all have dark thoughts. We learn how to live with them, all right? We contain them.
The thought that someone might know you need help is worse than not getting the help you need.
People are creatures of habit, sometimes at a level stronger than conscious thought.
Never really thought I was smart enough to get depressed.
Even a man who knows himself well, who knows his own dark thoughts, can surprise himself with what he’s capable of.
