Falling in love with someone doesn’t mean you know any better how they feel. It only means you know how you feel.

If I'm not telling you something, it's for a reason. Just because you trust me, it doesn't mean I have to automatically trust you. Trust doesn't work like that.

I can see that the sadness has returned. And it's not a beautiful sadness- beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.

It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored.

I am a drifter, and as lonely as that can be, it is also remarkably freeing. I will never define myself in terms of anyone else.

It's one thing to fall in love. It's another to feel someone else fall in love with you, and to feel a responsibility toward that love.

When you live as I do, you cannot indulge in jealousy. If you do, it will rip you apart.

It’s as simple as that. Simple and complicated, as most true things are.

I am jealous of anyone who can make other people care so much.

It was so much easier when I didn't want anything. Not getting what you want can make you cruel.

Her mind is an unquiet one, words and thoughts and impulses constantly crashing into each other.

The decision as to whether to risk one’s actual life or to surrender the ideal self-conception is a decision about who one is.(from The structure of desire and recognition)

Love makes the wildest spirit tame and the tamest spirit wild.

Martha Stewart is extremely talented. Her designs are picture perfect. Our philosophy is life is messy, and rather than being afraid of those messes we design products that work the way we live.

My mother never said to lose weight. Diets were never a big deal. My mom was always beautiful and voluptuous and curvy, and I always thought she was gorgeous.

My ideas often come from strong mental images. When I'm observing some relatively ordinary thing, I'll think, "What if...." and out of that brainstorming a story emerges.

A girl can't sing rock & roll too well. It's basically too savage.

Cancer is a disease that is mysterious, headstrong and makes its own rules. And mine, to this date, is incurable.

One fan sent me one tooth, so I made a necklace out of it. But then I found a bunch of my baby teeth, and started realizing I would love to wear a piece of my fans' bodies on me.

Elizabeth is smart, ruthless, and emotionally damaged ... [i]f Elizabeth's brain was a person, it would have scars, tattoos, and be missing one eye.

Some form of self-discipline is necessary to transmute material desires into spiritual aspirations.