I've always believed in God. I'm just not so sure he believes in me.

Sometimes its good to come back when you least expect to.

We're just like a movie based on a book-- almost, but not quite as good.

I wanted to find a cave and hang out there for the rest of my life and be a cave painter and eat dirt.

Freud suggests that in order to love someone else, one must love themselves; it's a classic "needs before other needs" argument. Unfortunately, no one really loves themselves . And, if they do, they need to get to know themselves better. Unfortunately, no one is really happy.

Sometimes when it looks like I'm deep in thought I'm just trying not to have a conversation with people.

He felt homesick for places he had never been. He missed hearts he had never loved.