-A world of experience in the mind of an infant. And that’s always the saddest thing.

-It is a great tragedy when there remains not an ounce of sincerity left to be eked out of a man. No one understands this better than the fool. 

-And I’ll say it’s love and you’ll say it’s not possible to love a stranger; that love requires time built upon much confrontation followed by continued resolution. And I’ll say in defense that it seems to me that these are just different kinds of love, tied together in commonality by something far much greater than conflict and time. But that is not what I believe; it may only be the truth. 

-You know, some singers were only meant to have an audience of one.

-To dehumanize someone is to deny them of the contradiction that is innate to all human beings.

-I never saw anything in you that anyone else couldn’t see.

-Even where our guarantee lies, we create uncertainty.

-The darkness rose over me, only to remind me of hope: the most sinister of all beings. 

-People are afraid. People are afraid of other people and for very good reasons. But when you’re alone, you can forget all the things that remind you of why you should be afraid. 

-No one is ever truly ambiguous. No one ever escapes from the true intentions hidden underneath all the layers of their confusion. Writers like Vonnegut came the closest, but we’ve always managed to enforce upon them our interpretations of their motivations, denying them the freedom from responsibility they so desperately craved. 

-The eyes that once faced the world turned the mirror in on itself. 

-The eyes that once looked at the world have turned the mirror in on itself. 

-When an unstoppable force meets an immovable object, the immovable object wins. All the time. Now I know. 

-We jumped straight into social critique from the plight of our mournful adolescence in order to rationalize and escape the failures of our insecurities. What we are beginning to realize is that we have failed in this attempt, and our trauma has begun to enact its revenge. But of course, you already knew all of this. Maybe that’s the real tragedy: that I am alone, not in my awareness of the psychological failures of philosophy, but in my concern for it. 

-Your presence did not bellow through the halls today. It was quiet. It was good. 

-Of all the great people I’ve known, a single fact rings true: no one wants to be followed. Maybe that’s what we got wrong about Jesus. 

-I often spend much of my time concerning myself with how others interpret what I say. Because I believe intent to be a very fickle thing, and once they leave your head, your words take on a life of their own. And yet like parents are to their children, even after their declarations of independence, you will forever remain responsible for what you have conceived. 

-Will every night be like this

-The words, they sound pretty, and that’s always the most important thing.

-The mind unravels itself at the notion of unnecessary suffering.

-Heartbreak is a real thing, but it doesn’t hurt in the heart, it hurts in the stomach, where the butterflies used to live. 

-You know what I learned about women a long time ago? They just hate us. Hell, I hate us too. And I’d probably hate them as well if I didn’t hate myself so much. Now you look into a mind like that and you tell me where the systematic problems end and the individual problems begin. 

-I died a long time ago, but time refused to catch up to the nature of things. 

-I think we all should don a mask that slips.

-The ground that I walk on says to me in laughter in accordance with the world, “Don’t ever forget, we’ve got your number. We can call you in any time we want.”

-A younger me would have tried to beat the light. An older me wishes that version would have been run over.

-When the lights come on, the director yells “Action!”, and I am given my lines, I will always wake up and spring to life. For that is the fate of all dead men who are revived. 

-I stumbled into Marxism through self-deprecation and self-loathing. 

-The greatest crime of capitalism is that it has made us afraid. That failure can no longer be pursued in all its possibilities.

-I’m burnt out, man. I’m dead. But even the dead have to keep living. I wish so much for one day for God to wake up and admit he made a mistake. 

-You die a million deaths every night. It’s the price you pay for living a meaningful life. 

-The limitation of conception engulfs you and drags you away from an imagination you knew only in your youth.

-People who believe themselves to be actually effecting any meaningful change in the world are the best to be around, for they are the only ones truly in tune with the deceptive nature of reality. 

-The true absurdity of suffering is that its impacts are not lessened through the contemplation of greater injustices. 

-“We have an obligation, Mohammad, to see ourselves in everything. To thank the saints, and realize the selfish work that is forgiving sins.”

-I find that I don’t become any more enlightened with the passing of time. I just get a different feel for things in the dark. 

-Time sticks its arrows through you, and you dwindle, and you dissipate. That perhaps is the staunchest critique of all my vices. 

-People are just trains. I watch them come and go everyday, and they all just pass away. But it doesn’t get better and it doesn’t get easier, no matter how long you stare.

-I guess it’s just easier to watch the trains go by.

-These were the last days of fading memories, and we spent them as though we understood some fleeting secret about eternity.