I don't have alot of people to talk to. Not alot of people are worth my time.

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.

The philosophic aim of education must be to get each one out of his isolated class and into the one humanity. Prudence and responsibility are not middle-class virtues but human virtues.

To accomplish your mission, follow your passion.

Love is the only reality, everything else is secondary.

Because they are ignorant and their parents are ignorant. Because they don’t know any better.

They know how to think. From the Arabs I have learned one thing: if you are led by Authority, that means you are led by a halter.

The Clave thinks the wards will stand forever because they’ve stood for a thousand years. But so did Rome, till the barbarians came. Everything falls someday

Fear is a survival tool not a handicap.

Peter remained very quiet and shy, but when he spoke it made sense.

Strange, I feel as if up to now I had written no more than a few notes.