“Are you fond of roses? It feels to me: as if all the roses in the world bloom for you and by means of you.”

“Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.”

“Who am I to judge, when even I myself walk as an imperfect man.”

"If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need."

“I don’t want to be perceived as someone who has it all figured out. I certainly don’t feel entitled or like I’m a superstar. I’m still growing, learning, and figuring things out.”

“How do I look away now that I have seen you?”

“You never really get used to the feeling of being an individual. How strange it is that you’re born alone and die alone. That you alone must carry your own body, and your own name.”

“Choice is the deceit of the soul.”

“A kiss can destroy a philosophy.”

“Angels and monsters do walk among us, the trick is to tell which is which.”

“Tonight there must be people who are getting what they want.”

“I have not written enough lately, and therefore have been less calm and less reasonable.”

“Al artists are tourists, and even worse, they're the type of tourists who lack respect for the place they're visiting and end up trashing everything while deliberately antagonizing the locals. If fear mongering is your primary conversion tactic, you've already lost.”

“Pondered the possibilities offered me, on these streets, squares, garden benches and brooksides, of feeling thoroughly unhappy. Whoever can cry should come here on Sunday.”

“Your room is not your prison. You are.”