Censorship is the child of fear and the father of ignorance.

When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time.

I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind. Did he rape my head, too?

Art without emotion its like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes you gag.

I wonder how long it would take for anyone to notice if I just stopped talking.

Gym should be illegal. It's humiliating.

It's easier to floss with barbed wire than admit you like someone in middle school.

Too much sun after a Syracuse winter does strange things to your head, makes you feel strong, even if you aren't.

I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. So, how can I find my way? Is there a chain saw of the soul, an ax I can take to my memories or fears?

Mr. Freeman sighs. "No imagination. What are you thirteen? Fourteen? You've already let them beat your creativity out of you!

If I ever form a clan, we'll be the anti-cheerleaders and walk under the bleacher forming mild acts of mayhem.

If time travel is possible, where are the tourists from the future?

We've got exactly what we need to fulfill our destiny! The universe has designed us on purpose to who we are! We are God's MASTERPIECE! We are the most BEAUTIFUL thing in this universe!

A memoir, at its heart, is written in order to figure out who you are.

Keep your thoughts right for as you think so are you. Therefore think only those things that will make the world better and you unashamed.

You can make positive deposits in your own economy every day by reading and listening to powerful, positive, life-changing content and by associating with encouraging and hope-building people.

We have to see that all of us are in the same boat.

If one or two works from a body of work for an exhibition are what you would like to be remembered by, it is a good exhibition.

I'm basically for the whole year just traveling with three suitcases.

At any given time, ninety-nine-point-nine-five per cent of the human race are a confounded nuisance

Art must not be concentrated in dead shrines called museums. lt must be spread everywhere – on the streets, in the trams, factories, workshops, and in the workers' homes.