People just weren't interesting. Maybe they weren't supposed to be. But animals, birds, even insects were. I couldn't understand it.

I don’t understand people, never will. It looks like I got to travel pretty much alone.

The hangover was brutal but he didn't mind. It told him he had been somewhere else, someplace good.

nobody can save you but yourself and you’re worth saving. it’s a war not easily won but if anything is worth winning then this is it.

It's not the large things that send a man to the madhouse... no, it's the continuing series of small tragedies... not the death of his love but the shoelace that snaps with no time left.

the grace is being able to like rock music, symphony music, jazz … anything that contains the original energy of joy.

The trouble with these people is that their cities have never been bombed and their mothers have never been told to shut up.