Something pretty... that's just the surface. People worry so much about aging, but you look younger if you don't worry about it.

I can't belong to groups. I've tried. I behave normally, but people don't look at me normally.

To be free means to choose, whose slave you want to be. ­

It's this subconscious part of me that knows just how far to go, and suddenly, everything bursts into flames.

I shall die very young...maybe seventy, maybe eighty, maybe ninety. But I shall be very young.

We have so many words for states of mind, and so few words for the states of the body.

To me age is a number, just a number. Who cares?