But its not funny. Not to people who've been told they're losers their whole lives and believe they will never be anything else.

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.

The word in your mouth is anarchy.

That girl has done things to your head.'He pats my back, 'Don’t pretend she’s not crawling inside of yours.

What more you expect from a nation that honors a barbarian.

I think that the audience wants to see women being put into real situations where they can relate to them, rather than seeing some glamorous woman in a 'Bond' film.

You're pregnant? Congratulations, the world needs another mindless, semiliterate consumer.

Timidity is a fault for which it is dangerous to reprove persons whom we wish to correct of it.

I always bow to my enemies before I destroy them!

Effort and result are never simultaneous. In art, only the result counts.

You can always turn a bad kisser into a good one.

You're late," she said, tapping her watch. "No, you're just early.