I'm a tulip in a cup. I stand no chance of growing up

There aren't many poster children for cool angst. Everybody thinks it's cool if you're the bad girl.

I really don't think anything I do is a mistake. It could be if I didn't learn from it.

It's calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.

If I respect myself and believe in what I'm doing, no one can touch me.

Rape is the most humiliating thing that can be done to you; it's the most vulnerable that you can be. But once I realized that, I became a stronger person and faced all my fears.

Nothing that you do will ever feel good if you let people convince you that you have no choice.

Everybody sees me as this sullen and insecure little thing. Those are just the sides of me that I feel it's necessary to show because no one else seems to be showing them.

The way I feel about music is that there is no right and wrong. Only true and false.

You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun

I was screaming into the canyon at the moment of my death; the echo I created outlasted my last breath.

Words can be arrows that inflict wounds. They can also be bandages that heal.

It would seem that something which means poverty, disorder, and violence every single day should be avoided entirely, but the desire to beget children is a natural urge.

Your mindset buffet is filled with possibilities that can feed your heart, mind, and soul if you will simply serve yourself and go for it! Choose wisely, my friends, choose wisely.

I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness.

I could never be cynical, not that I think there's anything wrong with cynicism. I think it can be quite funny at times. But I just feel so grateful to be alive.

God himself is not secure, having given man dominion over his work.

To achieve your dreams, you must embrace adversity and make failure a regular part of your life. If you're not failing, you're probably not really moving forward.

I have learned so much about myself. I have re-discovered that little boy who had the hunger to create, which I think I had lost.

I hated school . . . . One of the reasons was a learning disability, dyslexia, which no one understood at the time. I still can't spell . . .