the written word endures.

Say what you will about the sweet miracle of unquestioning faith, I consider a capacity for it terrifying and absolutely vile.

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.

Most good things have been said far too many times and just need to be lived.

Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.

You were one person alive and your brain was encased in a skull. There were other people out there. It took effort to be connected.

All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence you know.

Do anything, but let it produce joy. Do anything, but let it yield ecstasy.

It is the people who are important, not the masses.

God put me on the earth to accomplish certain things. Right now, I’m so far behind, I’ll never die.

Talk into my bullet hole. Tell me I’m fine.

Noble deeds and hot baths are the best cures for depression.

People were always saying to Margaret, “Well, Julia sings and Betsy writes. Now what is little Margaret going to do?” Margaret would smile politely, for she was very polite, but privately she stormed to Betsy with flashing eyes, “I’m not going to do anything. I want to just live. Can’t people just live?

Take your life in you own hands, and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame.

The sad truth is the truth is sad.