For every sad thing you think of, you should think of three happy things to chase it away.

You are my koala bear, and I am your tree.

Sometimes you have to face up to your fears to realize that they aren't actually real.

I've decided that I'm not going to try to squeeze myself into a friendship that hurts me anymore. I'm going to let her go and just be friends with people who make me feel good about myself.

Just say yes, just say there's nothing holding you back.

Every time you post something online you have a choice. You can either make it something that adds to the happiness levels in the world-or you can make it something that takes away.

But then I wondered if sometimes our friendships are a bit like clothes and when they start feeling uncomfortable it's not because we've done anything wrong. It just means that we've outgrown them.

I've decided that I'm not going to try to squeeze myself into a friendship that hurts me any more. I'm going to let her go and just be friends with people who make me feel good about my self.

It's never too early to give your best friend some moral support

No. I just like dabbing girls' faces with napkins. It's a fetish of mine. Don't worry - my shrink says it's harmless.

I have this dream that secretly all teenage girls feel exactly like me. And maybe one day, when we all realize that we all feel the same, we can all stop pretending to be something we're not.

The world commands our desire for purity but bids that we not be too precise about it.

Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.

We're supposed to see "universal" love as heterosexual. What I insist upon in my work is that there is no such thing as universal love in literature.

Coming from a smaller place always made things feel more personal, which is really what it's all about.

Repetition makes reputation.

As long as I continue to breathe, as long as there's injustice in this world, I will use the voice that God has given me to speak against it.

You can go as far as your mind lets you.

The drowsy stillness of the afternoon was shattered by what sounded to his strained senses like G.K. Chesterton falling on a sheet of tin.

Take sips of this pure wine being poured. Don't mind that you've been given a dirty cup.