I am good, but not an angel.

Cutting negative people from my life does not mean I hate them, it simply means I respect me.

Never regret anything because at one time it was exactly what you wanted.

To all the girls that think you’re fat because you’re not a size zero, you’re the beautiful one, its society who’s ugly.

If you don't love me at my worst, then you don't deserve me at my best.

Don't stop when you're tired; stop when you're done.

I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am pretty, but not beautiful. I have friends, but I am not the peacemaker.

I don't forgive people because I'm weak, I forgive them because I am strong enough to know people make mistakes.

Promises are worse than lies. You don't just make them believe, you also make them hope.

All a girl really wants is for one guy to prove to her that they are not all the same.

Sometimes good things fall apart so better things could fall together.

Life sucks, and then you die...

You don't need to be everyone, nothing is ever awesome than to be comfortable in your own skin.

Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.

A writer is a strange instrument of our species, a harp of sorts, fine-tuned to the dark contradictions of life.

We each have a covenant responsibility to be sensitive to the needs of others and serve as the Savior did-to reach out, bless, and uplift those around us.

Mentally I must be lazy, like a little kid, but I always seem to do well when there's a tough situation.

The extra curricular activity in which I was most engaged - debating - helped shape my interests in public policy.

When distrust exists between governments, when there is a danger of war, they will not be willing to disarm even when logic indicates that disarmament would not affect military security at all.

I would love to do a rom-com, but they are not good - good and successful doesn't equate to the same thing.

Comerado, this is no book,Who touches this, touches a man,(Is it night? Are we here alone?)It is I you hold, and who holds you,I spring from the pages into your arms-decease calls me forth.