'He wrapped himself in Quotations'

Don’t try to make life a mathematics problem with yourself in the center and everything coming out equal. When you’re good, bad things can still happen. And if you’re bad, you can still be lucky.

“The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.

You need to let yourself feel. Feel it, own it. Then move on

Do not accept an evil you can change.

Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.

One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.

You have to know what you stand for, not just what you stand against.

The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.

I like libraries. It makes me feel comfortable and secure to have walls of words, beautiful and wise, all around me. I always feel better when I can see that there is something to hold back the shadows.

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

Probably the closest things to perfection are the huge absolutely empty holes that astronomers have recently discovered in space. If there's nothing there, how can anything go wrong?

“Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.

We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.

Life's too short to care about what other people think. Besides, they should accept us for who we are

Your life doesn’t happen in any kind of order. Events don’t have cause and effect relationships the way you wish they did. It’s all a series of fragments and repetitions and pattern formations. Language and water have this in common.

We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.

That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.