The things we hate about ourselves aren't more real than things we like about ourselves.

The things we hate about ourselves aren't more real than things we like about ourselves.

Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are read more

Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no - I want magenta!"

People who count their chickens before they are hatched, act very wisely, because chickens run about so absurdly that it read more

People who count their chickens before they are hatched, act very wisely, because chickens run about so absurdly that it is impossible to count them accurately

I am looking for a lot of men who have an infinite capacity to not know what can't be done.

I am looking for a lot of men who have an infinite capacity to not know what can't be done.

I feel we are all islands - in a common sea.

I feel we are all islands - in a common sea.

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love read more

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.

The public have an insatiable curiosity to know everything, except what is worth knowing

The public have an insatiable curiosity to know everything, except what is worth knowing

Those people who tell me that I'm going to hell while while they are going to heaven somehow make me read more

Those people who tell me that I'm going to hell while while they are going to heaven somehow make me very glad that we're going to separate destinations

When dealing with people, remember you are not dealing with creatures of logic, but with creatures of emotion, creatures bristling read more

When dealing with people, remember you are not dealing with creatures of logic, but with creatures of emotion, creatures bristling with prejudice, and motivated by pride and vanity