If you really want to know something, you have to be willing to pay the price.

I'm not so weird to me.

You couldn’t begin to imagine who I am, where I’m going, or what I’m about to do, All of you are trapped here. You can’t go anywhere, forward or back. But I’m not like you. I have work to do. I have a mission to accomplish. And so, with your permission, I shall move ahead.

My point is: in this whole wide world the only person you can depend on is you.

Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.

If she did experience sex-or something close to it-in high school, I'm sure it would have been less out of sexual desire or love than literary curiosity.

Artists are those who can evade the verbose.