I'll never let your head hit the bed without my hand behind it.

Someday, everything will make perfect sense. So for now, laugh at the confusion, smile through the tears, be strong and keep reminding your self that everything happens for a reason.

A man's got two shots for jewelry: a wedding ring and a watch. The watch is a lot easier to get on and off than a wedding ring.

High School is like a spork: it's a crappy spoon and a crappy fork, so in the end it's just plain useless.

People want to see musicians sing things that come from their own mind and own heart in real time, responding to the moment for them.

Sometimes I wish that I was the weather, you'd bring me up in conversation forever. And when it rained, I'd be the talk of the day.

Sometimes I wish that I was a bong hit, you'd let me in and you would love every minute.

Don't be scared to walk alone. Don't be scared to like it.

If you had started doing anything two weeks ago, by today you would have been two weeks better at it.

The biggest mistake I made and what cost me a lot of enjoyment in my life, was assuming that everybody cared. They don’t.

The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when sad tries to bite its lip and not cry, and smile and say, "No I'm happy for you"? Thats when it's really sad.

The people who need to grow, are the ones allowed the least chance to have a say in their own growth.

he hates skiing but he loves the mountains and like that with everything.

Where there's a will there's a way.

A zombie amusement park sounds like fun, but the health code violations alone are enough to turn your stomach.

I guess it’s true what they say," observed Jace. "There are no straight men in the trenches." "That’s atheists, jackass," said Simon furiously. "There are no atheists in the trenches.

A vague uncritical idealism always lends itself to ridicule and too much of it might be a danger to mankind, leading it round in a futile wild-goose chase for imaginary ideals.

The only reason we find structure in stories is because it's there naturally in human interaction, and in the way that people tell stories.

A ssure you, the more I travel through time, the more I witness, the more I realize that there are things that are both strange and wonderful, far beyond human comprehension.

The only difference between an artist and a lunatic is, perhaps, that the artist has the restraint or courtesy to conceal the intensity of his obsession from all except those similarly afflicted.

The self is known to every one but not clearly. You always exist.