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My belt holds up my pants and my pants have belt loops that hold up the belt. What the f*ck’s really goin' on down there? Who is the real hero?

Never Lie, Steal, Cheat or Drink. But if you must lie, lie in the arm of the one you love. If you must steal, steal away from bad company. If you must cheat, cheat death and If you must drink, drink in the moments that take your breath away.

Life is too deep for words, so don't try to describe it, just live it.

Wisdom comes from experience. Experience is often a result of lack of wisdom.

All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.

An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind.

I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.

There's always an upside to downtrodden.

Where's your heart gone, and where's your soul? Where did all of your faith go? Where's that old spark a failure stole?
Well I bet we find it in no time at all.
Where's your nerve gone, and where's your hope? Where's that sunrise you've been waiting for? Where's that one day you got it all? Well I bet we find it in no time at all.

I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.

Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.

You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.

You are made melancholy, more than anything, by the struggle you have with words—the struggle you have with trying to express what sometimes resists expression. It can be a melancholy business. As a fiction writer, every time you go out into the day you’ve also got to experience the bleakness of night.

Better keep yourself clean and bright; you’re the window through which you must see the world.

Love is for everyone. The good, the bad, the disabled, the mad. Show more love to someone who doesn't understand what it is and free them from the pain and isolation that surrounds them.

It probably would make my life a bit simpler to just lie around in the sun and slowly turn myself over like a thinking barbecue.

I had no thoughts at all, only an overwhelming desire not to feel anything ever again.

Buttercup: You mock my pain.
Man in Black: Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.

If you are going through hell, keep going.

Killing oneself is, anyway, a misnomer. We don't kill ourselves. We are simply defeated by the long, hard struggle to stay alive. When somebody dies after a long illness, people are apt to say, with a note of approval, "He fought so hard." And they are inclined to think, about a suicide, that no fight was involved, that somebody simply gave up. This is quite wrong.