If you're not at least willing to die for something- something that really matters- in the end, you die for nothing.

Funny how people don't really see each other. Men and women. They invent each other in their minds and then they see what they invent.They don't really see each other. Now she was in love with him and she didn't even know his real name, didn't know anything real about him.

The trouble with straw men is it only takes a single match to set them ablaze.

A rock is harder than a feather, you can talk and jabber and make exceptions, but in the end, if you have to choose which one is gonna hit you on the head, you'll choose the feather every single time.

The world always seems like it's going to hell when you're depressed. And, of course, it always is going to hell in some way. That's what makes it so hard to tell the difference between Armageddon and the blues.

No one starts out with the answers. You figure them out as you go and you learn from the people who figured them out before you.

If you're not at least willing to die for something- something that really matters- in the end, you die for nothing.