There's more beauty in the truth even if it is dreadful beauty.

Intentions, good or bad, are not enough. There's luck or fate or something else that takes over.

To be alive at all is to have scars.

In Spanish there is a word for which I can't find a counterword in English. It is the verb VACILAR... It does not mean vacillating at all. If one is vacilando, he is going somewhere, but does not greatly care whether or not he gets there, although he has direction.

And, of course, people are interested only in themselves. If a story is not about the hearer he will not listen.

There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do.

There are no ugly questions except those clothed in condescension.