Look at Picasso. O’Neill. Tennessee Williams. Capote. Were these shiny happy people spreading sunshine? No. Only the greatest of personal demons can force you to do powerful work.

If I scribbled a few words on a cocktail napkin and showed it to my family, they'd proclaim it astonishing and more culturally relevant than the Bible.

Some people are as fragile as butterflies and sensitive and it’s your responsibility not to destroy them. Just because you can

You journalists bulldoze life's mysteries, ignorant of what you're so ruthlessly turning up.

It’s hard, in America, not to equate ‘happiness’ with ‘things’.

But when you flee someone, no matter how far you roam, that person will follow you as doggedly as the stars.

Happiness is a hound dog in the sun. We aren't on Earth to be happy, but to experience incredible things. - Hannah Schneider