I wondered what things what things became when you no longer needed them, and I wondered what the future would hold once we'd gotten past our personal tragedies and proven them ultimately survivable.

If everything really does get better, the way everyone claims, then happiness should be graphable. But that's crap, because better isn't quantifiable.

And I realized that there's a big difference between deciding to leave and knowing where to go.

We're living tragedies, just passing time 'til our funerals.

How many beers do y'all think it takes before one internationally scientist turns to another and says, 'Dude, bet you twenty bucks I can levitate a frog with a magnet?' ' Sam drawled.

Fine! You guys can all be beautiful snowflakes! I'm gonna go over here and be an awkward snowflake!

And so she ghosted on, in relentless pursuit of escape, not from society, but from herself.

Still here, Faulkner?" Luke sneered."Still doing that terrible impression of Draco Malfoy?" I asked.

Maybe I’d already guessed that the physics of us didn’t defy any laws of gravity, and with her, there was always an equal and opposite reaction.

Legacy. What is a legacy?It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see.

I like to encourage people interested in gardening or planting to begin with a simple herb garden. Even if you live in a small apartment, you can have some herb pots.

Those who have courage and faith shall never perish in misery

There are few positions in life in which difficulties have not to be encountered. These difficulties are, however, our best instructors, as our mistakes often form our best experience.

Whenever a man boasts much about [his common sense], you may be pretty sure that he has very little sense, either common or uncommon.

As I see it then, the formula runs something like this: a man must choose a path which will let his ABILITIES function at maximum efficiency toward the gratification of his DESIRES.

You've no fear of heights," puffed the girl. "None," I said. "I've heard that about you.

I'm not here now. This isn't happening. You're just visiting a dream of mine.

I do well to interpret scripts to the best of my ability so even if I'm given a monster to play a love scene with, I will.

Welcome to Anaheim, California, my fellow broken-down, washed-up wrestler.