“every being is unique.god neva creates carbon copies,he alys creates originals.he is truly a creator.he neva repeats.but man goes on living in imitation.we are tryin to be somedody else which is impossible.”

“Why settle for being a carbon copy; when you were created to be an original?”

“Neva hate hustle, just hate bein' hustled.”

“Oh, as I stood above the Neva this morning at dawn I knew I was a villian.”

“To love:U mst first love yourself in order for people love u,live life,dnt hold back cos u neva know how much u have missed when u wait, be afraid but neva back down at least than u know u tried,open your heart to new possibilties cos even thou you have been hurt neva give up hope,cos hope would bring u all your ur hearts desire and in that moment all your pain wid evapourate.”

“You think God created the world?" he asks me. "Bullshit. Any kind of benevolent and righteous being would never create a fucking world like this. It's impossible. God didn't fucking create the world."Before he walks away completely, he turns back to me one final time, pointing his finger at me. Some people on the beach look over. "Henry," he says, "the Devil created the world when God wasn't looking"He kicks down the little kids' sand castle and goes somewhere with the girls.”