I think he won a tiny piece of my heart that day. If he didn't have the whole damn thing before then, he certainly had part of it now.

And without my consent, with my defences in ruins, while my brain was sleeping, my stupid heart went and fell headfirst into love.

My last thought before falling asleep last night was a realisation that I was falling in love with Andrew. Well, not me exactly. My stupid, traitorous heart.

I kissed him softly and left my lips pressed to his for a few beats of my heart.

Silent tears are the worst. It's the sign of a broken spirit. No sound, no residual emotions... just tears. Silent, unstoppable tears.

Sometimes we are more attached to the pain than the pain is attached to us.

The thing about punk is that there are purists. Once you start going outside of that, they don't think what you're doing is punk rock.

I'd love to try my hand at something else.

The audience requires not information but drama.

How clever you are, to know something of which you are ignorant.

There's the most resistance to an actor singing. It's like I'm being disloyal to my industry.

My right to be me is tied with a thousand threads to your right to be you.

When we complain, we often project onto others the dissatisfaction of how we're dealing with our own lives.

If you do not decide to be happy, very few people can make you happy. If you decide to be happy, very few people can make you unhappy.

Giving your son a skill is better than giving him one thousand pieces of gold.