The one thing you share with every mortal is death.

I’d thought I knew what beauty was in women; but she’d surpassed all the language I had for it.

Thank God he killed the guy. Oh, now, wait a minute. What kind of a prayer was that!

Do you know what it means to be loved by Death?... Do you know what it means to have Death know your name?

Ignore any loss of nerve, ignore any loss of self-confidence, ignore any doubt or confusion. Move on believing in love, in peace, and harmony, and in great accomplishment. Remember joy isn't a stranger to you. You are winning and you are strong. Love. Love first, love always, love forever.

‎There's no way to cheat a sensualist like me, somebody who can die laughing for hours over the pattern of the carpet in a hotel lobby.

Was it fair to say I didn't know the full state of my soul?