the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them

I could read the great books but the great books don't interest me.

I was laying in bed one night and I thought 'I'll just quit - to hell with it.' And another little voice inside me said 'Don't quit - save that tiny little ember of spark.' And never give them that spark because as long as you have that spark, you can start the greatest fire again.

I have two rules. One is, never trust a man who smokes a pipe. The other is, never trust a man with shiny shoes.

News travels fast in places where nothing much ever happens.

Some lose all mind and become soul,insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. some lose both and become accepted

There may not be a hell, but those who judge may create one. I think people are over-taught. They are over-taught everything. You have to find out by what happens to you, how you will react. I'll have to use a strange term here... "good." I don't know where it comes from, but I feel that there's an ultimate strain of goodness born in each of us. I don't believe in God, but I believe in this "goodness" like a tube running through our bodies. It can be nurtured. It's always magic, when on a freeway packed with traffic, a stranger makes room for you to change lanes... it gives you hope.