I don't even like to sleep - I feel as if there's too much to do.
They say living well is the best revenge but sometimes writing well is even better.
Funny how new facts pop up and make you doubt that there's any goodness in life. Everyone pretends to be normal and be your friend, but underneath, everyone is living some other life you don't know about...
This was the way the night had cashed in. Choices had been made and things happened, and here we were. It was sad, and funny. My life was made of this. Stuff like this.
The wind came in languid gusts like whispered reminders.
I drank from the bottle again and it was a scary plunge because I always wanted to take too much. It hurt, but it was also impressive, like being in the hands of a bigger force. And because of that, a relief.
He was so. So dirty, and just moving in front of me, and cute. I was in love with him, especially because he was talking to me.
If this is the only life, then why I’m not just doing everything I want to do.
Sometimes it is painful to be oneself; at other times it seems impossible to escape oneself.
Create your world around your work. Create your work around your life. Let other people help you shape it.
Always have one artistic thing that is pure, at least one thing, where you don’t compromise. You can do other things to make money, but have one pure area.
You also need love. Your characters need to love something, otherwise they will be unlovable.
All is good. Don't worry, the pain will help you. You'll get into some trouble, but it will work out in the end.
You want to be interesting? Be interested.
I used to care about how I looked. Now I don’t care as much. Maybe it’s because I’m so handsome.
I guess in some people's lives, no one tells you what to be, and so you be nothing.
In the movie of your entire life, do you want drama and conflict or a straight shot to the top, unencumbered?
Make your characters interested in something. Striving for something. In need of something. Good at something. This will make them likeable and interesting.
I was a black center in the middle of all the nature. I was nothing, but I could do anything.
You are successful if you are able to work on the kind of material that you want to - if your life conforms to your dreams, regardless of outside acceptance or acclaim.
Read Frank’s poem, “Advice to the Players.” It talks about all of this, about the human need to create.
They're just peanut butter and jealous! Haters gonna hate, and ain't-ers gonna ain't.
In Paranoid Park there is this Punk girl that keeps looking straight into The camera when she speaks, It’s like she’s speaking to us.
The man is angry, the man Is destructive, the man wants more. The woman is more, the woman is all.
