I am not ridiculing verbal mechanisms, dreams, or repressions as origins of poetry; all three of them and more besides may have a great deal to do with it.
I wish it had never happened because then I wouldn't think about it as I'm falling asleep.
Things end. People leave. And you know what? Life goes on. Besides, if bad things didn't happen, how would you be able to feel the good ones?
The world will knock you down plenty. You don't need to be doing it to yourself.
The truth is, I feel beyond sad. I feel empty. Numb.
You tell yourself that you aren't something or that you can't be something, and you know what? It will become true. You have to decide who you are and what you can do and then go after what you want. Because believe me, no one is going to give it to you.
Why do people think being with someone is the answer to everything?
I love life on the road. I'm in a different city every night and it never gets old.
We lose our time because we lose our attention
There's nothing unclassy about being naked, if it's appropriate.
Firefly: Now that you're Secretary of War, what kind of an army do you think we oughta have? Chicolini: Well, I tell you what I think. I think we should have a standing army. Firefly: Why should we have a standing army? Chicolini: Because then we save money on chairs.