Where's the rest of me?.

There are worse things than being constantly hired to do anything..

Money out of nothing is money that is eventually worth nothing..

My general approach to making art making hasn't changed much since I was 20, poor, and writing songs in my bedroom wanting to get my art out of my bo….

No faith is our own that we have not arduously won..

had no excuses for the things that we'd done, we were brave, we crazy, we were mostly young..

I take things too seriously..

Wanderlust is incurable..

Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!.

I will no longer take anyone's word for my experience..

Everything since Homer has improved, except poetry..

How can I dispose of myself with it?.

I know my sound when i hear it. My stroke is just my stroke..

What we do belongs to what we are; and what we are is what becomes of us..

This depravation of our nature is nothing else but the blotting of God's image in us..

Having experienced everything one time already made it easier the second time around..

-The little things,Emma. The gestures,the moments. And the big. I let him see my heart. I gave it to him,even when I believed he couldn't or wouldn't….

Happiness isn't wanting what you can get, but wanting what you have..

The bravest are the tenderest..

Whether or not we establish freedom rests with ourselves..

Some things go slow, slow, slow, and then - wham! - they're over..