I'm writing. The pages are starting to stack up. My morale is improving the more I feel like a writer.

I really don't know what "I love you" means. I think it means "Don't leave me here alone.

Go, and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here.

You’re alive. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything.

Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.

The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can.

There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.

You have to finish things - that's what you learn from, you learn by finishing things.

People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.

Google can bring you back 100,000 answers. A librarian can bring you back the right one.

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

The duty of a Christian is to obey Jesus Christ.

Come along. Let’s get out of here and go toast to youth and vampires and rebellion.

It is spring, let us dance and dream with flowers. Let us sing and enjoy the trees.

Morality, taken as apart from religion, is but another name for decency of sin.

Justice is blind until she gets the person that blinded her. Then it's payback time.

I am sure that nothing has such a decisive influence upon a man's course as his personal appearance, and not so much his appearance as his belief in its attractiveness or unattractiveness.

The words are in my own internal language, and mean more than I could ever explain.

You’re supposed to expand your mind to fit the art, you’re not supposed to chop the art down to fit your mind.

Immorality, I know. Immortality, I cannot judge.

My dad is adorably optimistic, positive, pie-in-the-sky. He thinks every new song I write is my best. He sells T-shirts at my merchandise stands and hands out guitar picks to fans.