“The greatest personal limitation is to be found not in the things you want to do and can’t, but in the things you’ve never considered doing.”
“You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write.”

Gold memento-mori fede-ring. This large ring, either intended as a thumb-ring or to be worn over a glove on the finger, is made of gold, enamelled and set with gemstones. The bezel is in the form of a book, placed horizontally, the upper cover being set with four table-cut gemstones in plain gold collets: a diamond (lower right), a ruby (upper right), an emerald (lower left) and a sapphire, or blue spinel (upper left); in high relief between the gemstones, in the centre, is a white-enamelled skull with a green-enamelled toad above and another below, and two snakes issuing from the skull to left and right. The spine of the book (on the left) is decorated with a scroll design in opaque light blue and black enamel. Two gold book-clasps fasten the hinged upper cover, which, when released, can be opened to reveal a black-enamelled inscription on the inside surface of the cover: SIVE VIVIM SIVE / MORIMVR DOMI / NI • SVM COMMEN / DA DOMINO • VIAM / TVAM • ET • SPERA / IN • EVM • ET • IPSE / FACIET.
“Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.”
“I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we don’t vibrate on the same frequency there’s just no reason for us to waste our time. I’d rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk.”
“Loneliness does not come from having no people around you, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to you.”
“The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidates who reminded them most of themselves. I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go.”
I want life to feel like 3:40. And really, isn’t that what the whole song is about.