A person’s destiny is something you look back at afterwards, not something to be known in advance.

Reality's just the accumulation of ominous prophecies come to life. All you have to do is open a newspaper on any given day to weigh the good news versus the bad news, and you'll see what I mean.

Everybody has to start somewhere. You have your whole future ahead of you. Perfection doesn't happen right away.

You are 27 or 28 right? It is very tough to live at that age. When nothing is sure. I have sympathy with you.

I’m just kinda tired. Like a monkey in the rain.

I am a flawed human being - a far more flawed human being than you realize.

This person, this self, this me, finally, was made somewhere else. Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else. I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me.