I choose to be a victor, and not a victim of change.

People come and go in this lifetime. Some merely pass us by. Some stay with us for a little while. Some leave as quickly as they come. However, when real friends come, they stay and never leave.

Change is uncomfortable and awkward at first. It has a ripping effect on those who refuse to go along with it. It is not fixed by crying, or worrying, or wallowing in self-pity and mental anguish.

Change can only work in two ways – for the better, or for the worst. Yet, regardless of whatever manner in which change comes into our lives, what matters is how we view it and how we react to it.

It is said that ‘Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder’. I say, ‘Perfection lies in the heart of the receiver.

Even if all our senses fail to function − eyes turn blind and ears fail to listen − the heart will still listen, see and beat.

Since we have to make choices in life, why not choose the good ones?

Let us keep on dreaming and instead of saying “I wish” and waiting for it to happen, have the courage to say “I will” and make it come true.

Dream, live it and make it happen! As impossible as it may look and sound, this kind of thinking and attitude are what will keep us going.

Keep on dreaming. Keep on believing. It is free. And it is a choice.

As long as I dream, that is enough for me to keep moving forward.

Turning imagination into matter is the most beautiful an fulfilling challenge of all. I was about to find out this is also my purpose and meaning.

My emotions are invisible, untouchable—invincible even—and their power far outweighs my own. And so it seems unfair that for all the little I can do to them, they can do so much to me.

I want to believe that memories, even sad and painful ones, should not be forgotten forever.

These are my wakeup cupcakes, some anti-depressants and a cellphone book.

I hate being mean. I watch those roasts on Comedy Central and they make the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

Hope is a strange invention - A Patent of the Heart - In unremitting action Yet never wearing out

The claws of Truth were painful. The lies tore away like scabs, and John bled there for hours, stifling his cries of pain in the sleeve of his overcoat - the overcoat he'd received from his father.

It's time to start really writing some stuff, and I really wanted to write some stuff in the vein of the original Misfits, and this was really the first step in that direction.

Judo is the way to the most effective use of both physical and spiritual strength.

It is a friendly heart that has plenty of friends.