I have no intent. I have no reason to live, that's all. When I'm gone, I don't want to be remembered.

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.

Friendship's enemy is betrayal.

When you smile and no one else is around, you definitely mean it.

Children are the true believers, and some of us are lucky enough to make the transition to adulthoood without ever losing the ability to see through young eyes.

When asked in his late 90s if his doctor knew he still smoked, Burns said, 'No ... he's dead.'

Young people don't have a fantasy life anymore, not the way we did. All they've got is Kojak and Dirty Harry. There's all these kids running around wanting to be killer cops.

True elegance is for me the manifestation of an independent mind.

It is the Democratic Congress, the liberal-biased media and the homosexuals who want to destroy all Christians.

When I talk to kids who are overweight, I see my face on their bodies.

The waste of plenty is the resource of scarcity.

Much music teaching seems more concerned with controlling the student than with encouraging the student's own impulses.