I'm a little pencil in the hand of a writing God$$$ who is sending a love letter to the world.

Finding the right work is like discovering your own soul in the world.

There$$$ did you think to kill me? There's no flesh or blood within this cloak to kill. There's only an idea. Ideas are bulletproof. Farewell.

We're all puppets$$$ Laurie. I'm just a puppet who can see the strings.

The most profound joy has more of gravity than of gaiety in it.

People will tell you where they have gone$$$ they'll tell you where to go$$$ but until you get there for yourself$$$ you never really know.

By each crime and every kindness$$$ we birth our future.

Grief is an amputation$$$ but hope is incurable haemophilia: you bleed and bleed and bleed.

Human cruelty can be infinite. Human generosity can be boundless.

Did I request thee$$$ Maker$$$ from my clay to mould me man? Did I solicit thee$$$ from darkness to promote me?