As they were carting him off on a gurney, all I could think was, I wish that was me.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.

...the man of my dreams is a girl.

Really? It seems too good to be true. I don't trust it. I don't trust anyone.

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.

No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.

What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?

What you see, isn't always what you get

Is that all I am? A friend?" "Of course not," I say. "I love you." "Am I the only one?" she asks. "Yes. Completely." First, last, and always.

Revenge is a bad policy if you gain nothing out of it, but under the same circumstances, forgiveness is even a worse one.

Determine the actions you should do every day to achieve your goals

People should remember that Mexican migration is now at a net negative. More Mexicans are leaving through deportation and voluntary return than are entering the United States legally and illegally.

Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher, Death, and God adore; What future bliss He gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now.

In the creative sense, I'm looking forward to collaborating with people I have mutual respect for to create some really good work.

i wish i could freeze this moment, somehow delay my final decision, and just hang here in the balance between two places, two worlds, two loves.

Wake up with a plan of action, go to bed with satisfaction.

It might be arrogant to think that we're the only living creations in all of the solar systems that there are. Space is so vast

When I was little, the great mystery to me was not how babies were made, but why?

When there are no other options, people fight harder. If the choice is life or death they have nothing to lose.