Dan Pearce

I do not see the point in dressing and acting and speaking in a way that makes you feel more comfortable and me feel less comfortable.

Think about the word mould for a moment. A mould is a device into which one crams and smashes something until it becomes the shape that they desire. Don't spend your life letting other people destroy you while they try and force you into their moulds.

Nobody on Earth can tell you how you should live your life. Nobody with any real authority anyway.

I have learned that trying to control other people__ opinions of you is the fastest possible route to unhappiness.

Don__ judge me for escaping the stresses and cruelty of the world differently than you do.

So many people hate me and love me for the exact same reasons. This is all the proof I need that my opinion about myself is the only opinion I should ever care about.

So you want to be famous? You want to inspire large groups of people? You want to be recognized and appreciated by thousands or even millions? Stop trying to do it by speaking to the masses. Do it by speaking to individuals. If what you have is truly amazing and unique and worth sharing, individuals will share it. It is always about the individual, no matter how big you get. Remember that.

When I date women now, I have learned to simply not care what they think about it. I__ the same person I always have been. Faithful. Dependable. Kind. Sweet. Funny. Awesome. And if they want to discount me because of something as insignificant and irrelevant as me experiencing attraction to men as well, then they don__ get me in their lives. They don__ deserve me.

There are too many people who love me, and accept me, and never try and change me, and who don__ condemn me in the slightest, for me to waste even one moment of my life anymore worrying about what other people will think.

When one says, I won't judge you for that, what they're really saying is, I am judging you for that. Think about it. If you walk into my house and I tell you, "I won't judge you for wearing those pants," what am I really saying?

What would it hurt for me to give that homeless guy a couple bucks? Who the hell cares if he spends it on beer? Maybe beer is a step up for him from the harder stuff that knocked him onto the streets in the first place. Maybe, just maybe, he__ actually going to spend it on food (homeless people do eat, right?). Maybe, he really is a desperate human being who is trying to change his situation.

The next time you want to withhold your help, or your love, or your support for another for whatever the reason, ask yourself a simple question: do the reasons you want to withhold it reflect more on them or on you? And which reasons do you want defining you forevermore?

I'm not saying you are jealous or insecure. I'm just saying that you obsessing over another person's accomplishments makes you look that way.

Every success and failure of any relationship is two-sided. No matter how thin, the pancake always has two sides. Yes, I blew my marriages. And so did they.

It doesn__ matter if I__ off the beat. It doesn__ matter if I__ snapping to the rhythm. It doesn__ matter if I look like a complete goon when I dance. It is my dance. It is my moment. It is mine. And dance I will. Try and stop me. You__l probably get kicked in the face.

One of the greatest tragedies I can think of is for a person to die having never fully questioned the life he was born into.

Life and love are not about what you know, but about what you know you don't know.

Death is most terrifying to those who have yet to live.