I hear you. I just don't believe a word you say.

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.

We may not be interested in chaos but chaos is interested in us

I am seeking I am striving I am in it with all my heart.

Others fear what the morrow may bring. I am afraid of what happened yesterday.

I grew up with donkeys, as well as horses, but I'm more interested in donkeys.

Old age creeps on us ere we think it nigh.

Don't get too comfortable with who you are at any given time - you may miss the opportunity to become who you want to be.

When you're recording a TV show, you really feel like you're in a bubble.

Beyond all experience is the one who is experiencing. Beyond all change is the One who never changes.

What people believe prevails over the truth.

Oh! blame not the bard.