Find what makes you happy and go for it with all your heart. It will be hard, but I promise it will be worth it.

Do you wait for things to happen, or do you make them happen yourself? I believe in writing your own story.

I haven’t been very impressed lately.By people, or places, or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind.

I am not a broken heart. I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how to handle anything, at any time, and I am not your fault.

You were the hardest year of my life and I’ve never been so happy. What does that say about me?

Sometimes you need to sit lonely on the floor in a quiet room in order to hear your own voice and not let it drown in the noise of others.

I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how to handle anything, at any time, and I am not your fault.

Throwing yourself into the purse of a dream is the biggest adventure you can take on.

You can start anew at any given moment. Life is just the passage of time and it’s up to you to pass it as you please.

Fear is the thing that makes the heart grow.

I just want to be someone, to mean something to anyone…

And once you've been to this Center, this Truth, you'll know your way everywhere. You are never lost again.

I do not think consciously of children [when writing] … I do know that children read me more intelligently than adults do.

First of all, I think it's odd that people who cover politics wouldn't have any political views.

My guitar and singing was my way of crying.

Nothing goes on forever; if one could only remember that.

Google is where we go for answers. People used to go elsewhere or, more likely, stagger along not knowing.

Why did everything feel like saying good-bye?

Time: all things consume it, love alone makes use of it.

Bring your whole self to work. I don't believe we have a professional self Monday through Friday and a real self the rest of the time. It is all professional and it is all personal.

Do you think there’s anything to eat in this forest?” “Yes,” said the wizard bitterly, “us.