I wanted to say goodbye to someone, and have someone say goodbye to me. The goodbyes we speak and the goodbyes we hear are the goodbyes that tell us we´re still alive

Long days and pleasant nights

Get busy living or get busy dying.....there ain't nothing inbetween

It always comes down to just two choices. Get busy living, or get busy dying.

Get busy living or get busy dying

Life is like a wheel. Sooner or later, it always comes around to where you started again

I think different. And I can think different if I want to.

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright

Sometimes real love is silent as well as blind.

He killed them with their love

There was a lot they didn’t tell you about death, she had discovered, and one of the biggies was how long it took the ones you loved most to die in your heart

Was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?

Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don't.

I’m still in love with what I do, with the idea of making things up, so hours when I write always feel like very blessed hours to me

Once we accept our limits, we go beyond them.

If you can’t explain it simply, you don’t understand it well enough.

Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts. 

You never fail until you stop trying.

There is certainly no absolute standard of beauty. That precisely is what makes its pursuit so interesting.

Studying, and striving for truth and beauty in general, is a sphere in which we are allowed to be children throughout life.

There is nothing more beautiful than seeing a person being themselves. Imagine going through your day being unapologetically you.

Each of us visits this Earth involuntarily, and without an invitation. For me, it is enough to wonder at the secrets.

On how he sees himself: A person with no roots anywhere…a stranger everywhere.

To lose balance sometimes for love is part of living a balanced life.