I wish I could tell my parents, " If you want to help me, help me die.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.

...the man of my dreams is a girl.

Really? It seems too good to be true. I don't trust it. I don't trust anyone.

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.

No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.

What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?

What you see, isn't always what you get

Is that all I am? A friend?" "Of course not," I say. "I love you." "Am I the only one?" she asks. "Yes. Completely." First, last, and always.

Be mindful and love yourself.

In economics the majority is always wrong.

The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can't wake up.

On hearing about powerful love, respond, be moved like an aesthete. Only, fortunate as you've been, remember how much your imagination created for you.

Well Stephanie, I'd like to thank you for giving me such a kind Christmas gift, but unfortunately I didn't get you any gifts. But then again, what can you get for the girl whose had everyone?

Do we still have to floss?" Tommy asked. "I mean, what's the point of being immortal if we have to floss?

My heart is in helping people and in the less materialistic side of things, but there's the side of me that's more polished.

The object of education is not to fill a man's mind with facts; it is to teach him how to use his mind in thinking.

Once we get used to listening to our dreams, our whole body responds like a musical instrument.

A guy in Greek armor drew his sword and charged, but slipped in a puddle of pina colada.