I hated him. I hated them all. They made me hate myself even more than I already did.

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.

Some strive to make themselves great. Others help others see and find their own greatness. It's the latter who really enrich the world we live in

I look in the mirror. There's me. What's in the mirror is not real. So am I unreal?

Banish Air from Air Divide Light if you dare

I have the absolute utmost respect for soap opera actors now. They work harder than any actor I know in any other medium. And they don't get very much approbation for it.

Worlds going to hell anyway, have a good time.

There's a million people I could name who are more deserving of the parts that I get and the life that I'm living.

In many things it is not well to say, "Know thyself"; it is better to say, "Know others."

Zen says: be empty. Look without any idea. Look into the nature of things but with no idea, with no prejudice, with no presupposition.

It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at.

I don’t regret how much I love, and I avoid those who repent their passion.