I personally don't believe people really grow. They just learn stuff when they were a kid, and hold on to it, and that affects every relationship they have.

You have to be real with yourself. No one is doing that. People are too concerned with making everything look nice and calm and pretty.

We lay out our lives in a narrative we understand, like a movie, but are you enjoying making it or are you wondering who's watching my movie.

If it makes you nervous- you're doing it right.

You're always allowed to be better.

I am what I am, everything I wanna be

Took the G out yo waffle, all you got left is your ego.

I felt like high school for me was like a big whirlpool of me trying to figure out what was OK for me to do.

Bright lights, they tend to burn out fast. So I shine bright, but I'm scared that it won't last.

May your dreams be sweet and your nightmares be spooky-monster-scary and not grandma-died-scary.

One thing my dad once said to me, "You either want to be right, or you want to be happy. To be happy, there's gotta be a conversation."

Cut out all these exclamation points. An exclamation point is like laughing at your own joke.

Everyone should think about why certain undesirable situations occur in life

I passionately love liberty, legality, respect for rights, but not democracy. That is what I find in the depth of my soul.

Yes please” sounds powerful and concise. It’s a response and a request. It is not about being a good girl

Evil comes from all source of gospel that tells people that you could be rich and wealthy without doing the hard work

Other people's stories may become part of your own, the foundation of it, the ground it goes on.

There is no point at which you can say, "Well, I'm successful now. I might as well take a nap."

Kitchens should be designed around what's truly important-fun, food, and life.

I can find lots of examples where a game won't make you rich, but I can't find a reasonable case where a Linux port doesn't have at least a small, positive return on investment.

When I was five years old I was on a merry go round. There was a gunshot nearby. The horses stampeded. There I was running down the street on a purple wooden horse.