great writers are indecent peoplethey live unfairlysaving the best part for paper.good human beings save the worldso that bastards like me can keep creating art,become immortal.if you read this after I am deadit means I made it.

You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us. And the world will live as one.

The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..

It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.

In the end, we only regret the chance we didn’t take.

Yesterday is not ours to recover, but tomorrow is ours to win or lose.

Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.