Don't you think it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose
it, than to be just okay for your whole life.
Love the world and yourself in it, move through it as though it offers no resistance, as though the world is your natural element.
It's hard being left behind. (...) It's hard to be the one who stays.
We laugh and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost, or dead, or far away: right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment.
I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I'm tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that's been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by abscence?
Time is priceless, but it’s Free. You can't own it, you can use it. You can spend it. But you can't keep it. Once you've lost it you can never get it back.
Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.
I never understood why Clark Kent was so hell bent on keeping Lois Lane in the dark.
I'm sorry. I didn't know you were coming or I'd have cleaned up a little more. My life, I mean, not just the apartment.
Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning. I want to be free to act, and I also want my actions to mean something.
The compelling thing about making art - or making anything, I suppose - is the moment when the vaporous, insubstantial idea becomes a solid there, a thing, a substance in a world of substances.