I didn't tell him. And I never told her the whole truth. What would it matter? There was nothing she could do; nothing anyone can do or will do.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.

...the man of my dreams is a girl.

Really? It seems too good to be true. I don't trust it. I don't trust anyone.

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.

No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.

What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?

What you see, isn't always what you get

Is that all I am? A friend?" "Of course not," I say. "I love you." "Am I the only one?" she asks. "Yes. Completely." First, last, and always.

Seeing the enemy as human. A general's ultimate nightmare.

Fear of new ideas breeds angry head spiders that have been known to attack.

The only way to change is by changing your understanding.

Men never sound more stupid than when they're telling you they're a very complex personality.

I'm like a duck: calm above the water, and paddling like hell underneath.

If you're studying Buddhism you never really have enough time because you're going to die.

The only difference between me and others is that they think they can change something with cute little poems, nice cards or embracing trees and being nice to little lapdogs.

I put the sweat of my life into this project, and if it's a failure, I'll leave the country and never come back.

I'm aware that not all kids can pick up and fly to Panama. I'm very lucky.

My attitude of love must not be sacrificed on the altar of activity.