About being grateful for what you have instead of yearning for what you think you want.

But still, I find the need to remind myself of the temporariness of a day, to reassure myself that I got through yesterday, I'll get through today.

Sometimes you can only feel something by its absence. By the empty spaces it leaves behind.

Forward momentum. That's my new motto. No regrets. And no going back.

I know that all the magic kisses in the world probably couldn't have helped him today. But I would do anything to have been able to give him one.

I needed to hate someone and you’re the one I love the most, so it fell on you.

There’s a difference between losing something you knew you had and losing something you discovered you had. One is a disappointment. The other feels like losing a piece of yourself.

Sometimes you make choices in life and sometimes choices make you.

Don't be scared...Women can handle the worst kind of pain. You'll find out one day.

I have a feeling that once you live through something like this, you become a little bit invincible.

I'll be your mess, you be mine That was the deal that we had signed

Now I think that a true liberal will always prioritize individuals over the group, will always prioritize heresy over orthodoxy, will always prioritize the dissenting voice over the status quo.

We must heal this terminally ill world with love.

You don't want to engage in road rage when the person in the next car might be your child's future teacher or your dentist's father.

To be honest, there is a tourists' trail; my family had a farm and a gas station, and you can go and see my birthplace, though where I lived is actually under a freeway now.

From pitch perspective, the more you wear your idea, the more it fits you and your comfortable with it, the easier it is for somebody like me to say tell me more.

There are three things which the superior man guards against. In youth ... lust. When he is strong ... quarrelsomeness. When he is old ... covetousness.

I don't hate anyone. I simply block them out using hellish visions in a blind white rage. But if I see them out I'm pleasant.

The 1970s, the decade of my teenage years, was a transitional period in American youth culture.

Art that imposes conditions - human or otherwise - on the receiver for its appreciation in my eyes constitutes aesthetic fascism.

I hate flying. I don't planes. I get really anxious.