I would have remembered the good stuff. Nobody ever remembers the good stuff.

Anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of time. There are too many mediocre things in life to deal with and love shouldn't be one of them.

We’re all searching for something to fill up what I like to call that big, God-shaped hole in our souls. Some people use alcohol, or sex, or their children, or food, or money, or music, or heroin. A lot of people even use the concept of God itself. I could go on and on. I used to know a girl who used shoes. She had over two-hundred pairs. But it’s all the same thing, really. People, for some stupid reason, think they can escape their sorrows.

Don't waste your time with fear.. Fear won't keep you safe from being hurt.

No one commits suicide because they want to die.

And if my aunt had balls she'd be my uncle.

We hovered above the moment like two rain clouds