Because I have forgiven my past, and God has forgiven my past, no person on earth can make me denounce my past. It's what made me who I am today.

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.

Practical wisdom, " Aristotle told us, "is the combination of moral will and moral skill.

Life truly becomes exactly what you make it. All the choices lead to the reality you are experiencing.

The P's of life:Passion, Persistence, Perseverance.

But I wondered, how would I feel about killing someone? Now I know. It’s no big deal.

I've always enjoyed playing live onstage.

In difficult circumstances always act on first impressions.

Prejudices of taste, likings and dislikings, are not always vanquishable by reason.

One good reason for writing novels based on your life is that you have something to read in old age when you've forgotten what happened.

You're a man who has suffered and wants revenge,' she said. 'Your heart is dead, your soul is in darkness. The devil by your side is smiling because you are playing the game he invented.

Life itself is pretty funny when you realize how absurd it can be.