Hold my hand because I might disappear.

What’s the difference between a trip and a journey?" "Narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand.

What do you want from me?" he asks. What I want from every person in my life, I want to tell him. More.

But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes . . . and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love that you can't forgive yourself for.

Do you think people have noticed that I'm around?" "I notice when you're not. Does that count?

No," I say, looking up at Griggs. "It's actually because my heart belongs to someone else." And if I could bottle the look on his face, I'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life.

The truth doesn't set you free, you know. It makes you feel awkward and embarrassed and defenseless and red in the face and horrified and petrified and vulnerable.

I think if I'm ever asked to recall what Year 12 was all about, I'll remember it as one big cappuccino experience.

It's like you have a plan and someone comes along and makes you want to change it all, but you still like your first plan, no matter how fantastic the second one makes you feel.

Maybe memories should be left the way they are.

Do something that scares you everyday.

Poetry and art nourish the soul of the world with the flavor-filled substances of beauty, wisdom and truth.

Strive to be value oriented rather than success oriented.

Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.

Seeing you with that guy tonight made me nuts, because every bone in my body says you’re mine.

As long as your intentions are solid and about growth and progression and being productive and not being idle, then you're doing good in my book.

Some times I think this whole world Is one big prison yeard Some of us are prisoners The rest of us are guards

Hate is the consequence of fear; we fear something before we hate; a child who fears noises becomes the man who hates them.

Sometimes it feels like you're losing, but even when you're losing, you're getting something.

The fact that a man is a newspaper reporter is evidence of some flaw of character.

When you're alone you don't do much laughing.