But you'd sell your soul for it, wouldn't you? For one day of feeling beautiful.

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.

You cannot shake hands with a clenched fist.

Never trust a mirror, ' his mother had told him. 'They never tell the truth unless you make them.

Oh what times! Oh what standards!

Family, nature and health all go together.

In the history of man it has been very generally the case that when evils have grown insufferable they have touched the point of cure.

You come here to Anfield, you stand there and listen to that crowd, and it's the greatest sight in football.

I have lived in my body for years and still need maps and lights to find my way to how I feel.

The joys of love...last only a moment. The sorrows of love last all the life long.

Doctrine does matter.

Breaking a dream board is almost like breaking up with your girlfriend. You are super shattered at first. But then once you get another dream board, it's all good.