“Show me your garden, provided
it be your own, and I will tell you what you are
like.”

“If you must tell me your opinions, tell me what you believe in. I have plenty of douts of my own.”

“Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding.”

“I'm showing an interest in your work. I thought you liked me showing an interest in your work. My showing. Save the gerund and screw the whale.”

“Hilarious, dude. You should, like, have your own show.”

“Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall, the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will. What carries you to the other side of that wall, to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?”

“So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.”

“Tell me some true things about fighting.'
'Tell me you love me.'
'I love you,' the girl said. 'You can publish it in the Gazzettino if you like. I love your hard, flat body and your strange eyes that frighten me when they become wicked. I love your hand and all your other wounded places.”

“Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding. Find out what you already know and you will see the way to fly.”

“If you tell me how you get your feeling of importance, I'll tell you what you are.”