Those faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without hope: be kind to them: like you they have not escaped.

The world had somehow gone too far, and spontaneous kindness could never be so easy.

Life's as kind as you let it be.

I have no time for things that have no soul.

All a guy needed was a chance. Somebody was alway controlling who got a chance and who didn't.

nobody can save you but yourself. you will be put again and again into nearly impossible situations. they will attempt again and again through subterfuge, guise and force to make you submit, quit and/or die quietly inside. nobody can save you but yourself

I've never been lonely. I've been in a room... I've felt suicidal, I've been depressed. I've felt awful ... awful beyond all , but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude.