Sometimes I wish life was written pencil so we could erase it and write it all over again.
Those who shun the whimsy of things will experience rigor mortis before death
I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.
My feeling is, quite simply, that if there is a God, He has done such a bad job that he isn't worth discussing.
Anyone who loves in the expectation of being loved in return is wasting their time.
Freeing yourself was one thing, claiming ownership of that freed self was another.
I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.
The trouble is if you don't spend your life yourself, other people spend it for you.
Don't give in to your fears. If you do, you won't be able to talk to your heart.
Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain.