I hate winter. I’ve lived in Syracuse my whole life and I hate winter. It starts too early and ends too late. No one likes it.

When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time.

I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind. Did he rape my head, too?

Art without emotion its like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes you gag.

Censorship is the child of fear and the father of ignorance.

I wonder how long it would take for anyone to notice if I just stopped talking.

Gym should be illegal. It's humiliating.

It's easier to floss with barbed wire than admit you like someone in middle school.

Too much sun after a Syracuse winter does strange things to your head, makes you feel strong, even if you aren't.

I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. So, how can I find my way? Is there a chain saw of the soul, an ax I can take to my memories or fears?

Mr. Freeman sighs. "No imagination. What are you thirteen? Fourteen? You've already let them beat your creativity out of you!

The world was simply too cruel

Your mind has a flood of questions.There is but one teacherWho can answer them.Who is that teacher?Your silence-loving heart.

At the core of all well-founded belief lies belief that is unfounded.

Set your sights so high that even failure has in it an echo of glory.

Unless there are good feelings between people, reasoning intelligently is almost impossible.

To believe with certainty we must begin with doubting.

I do believe he’s the greatest, but forget about boxing - give that to Joe Louis, or somebody - I believe he’s one of the greatest men I’ve ever met.

I want a pig. I want a pig on a leash. A baby pig on a leash.

For some reason, I like to put myself in situations where I don't even know how I ended up there. I never want to be complacent or comfortable in a role.