Forget them. Burn all, burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean.
Heaven is a house with porch lights.
The world doesn't give a damn about you unless you do something. Those are the rules; I didn't make them. If you are lazy, if you don't get the work that you love done, the world won't care if you die tomorrow and go into the grave and are gone and forgotten forever.
We are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will.
Everything is generated through your own will power.
And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again.