"Listen, I don’t care what you say about my race, creed, or religion, Fatty, but don’t tell me I’m not sensitive to beauty. That’s my Achilles’ heel, and don’t you forget it. To me, everything is beautiful. Show me a pink sunset, and I’m limp, by God. Anything. Peter Pan. Even before the curtain goes up at Peter Pan I’m a goddamn puddle of tears."

"I’ve spent most of my life and most of my friendships holding my breath and hoping that when people get close enough they won’t leave, and fearing that it’s a matter of time before they figure me out and go."

"I do not care what car you drive. Where you live. If you know someone who knows someone who knows someone. If your clothes are this years cutting edge. If you are A list or B list or never heard of you list. If your trust fund is unlimited. I only care about the words that flutter from your mind. They are the only thing you own. The only thing I will remember you by. I will not fall in love with your bones or skin. I will not fall in love with the places you have been. I will not fall in love with anything but the words that flutter from your extraordinary mind."

"I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t."

"El patriotismo es la principal parte de la ideología mediante la cual la burguesía envenena la conciencia de clase de los oprimidos y paraliza su voluntad revolucionaria, porque patriotismo significa sujeción del proletariado a la nación, tras la cual está la burguesía."

"…our apparitions, the part of us which appears, are so momentary compared with the other, the unseen part, which spreads wide…"

"Para mí significa una especie de morosa fruición el imaginar las probables prolongaciones de ciertas dudas del pasado y figurarme cómo habría sido este presente si en tal o cual instante yo me hubiera decidido por el otro rumbo. Pero ¿existe verdaderamente ese otro rumbo? En realidad, sólo existe la dirección que tomamos. Lo que pude haber sido, ya no vale."

"I see the mountains in the sky, the great clouds and the moon; I have a great and astonishing sense of something there, which is “it” - it is not exactly beauty that I mean. It is that the thing is in itself enough: satisfactory, achieved. A sense of my own strangeness, walking on the earth is there too: of the infinite oddity of the human position; with the moon up there and those mountain clouds. Who am I, what am I, and so on: these questions are always floating about in me."

"I usually solve problems by letting them devour me."

"Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain."

"I don’t remember
if I’m here alone
or waiting for someone"

"There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people."