If I let a little of the emotion out, all of it will come out, and it will never end.

I keep finding myself stifled by the company of others and then crippled by loneliness when I leave them. I am terrified and I don't even know of what, because I have lost everything already.

It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she's gone. She's gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it's all I can do.

I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.

I feel like myself, strong and weak at once - allowed, at least for a little while, to be both.

You don’t believe things because they make your life better, you believe them because they’re true.

I laugh, and it's laughter, not light, that casts out the darkness building within me, that reminds me I am still alive, even in this strange place where everything I've ever known is coming apart.

I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me--they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.

I think you're still the only person sharp enough to sharpen someone like me.

I didn't know that idiocy caused people to just start spontaneously bleeding from the nose.

Knowledge is power. Power to do evil...or power to do good. Power itself is not evil. So knowledge itself is not evil.

Those trying moments teach us to desire greatness in ourselves and wider humanity.

People who wouldn't think of taking a sieve to the well to draw water fail to see the folly in taking a camera to make a painting.

When the drama attains a characterization which makes the play a revelation of human conduct and a dialogue which characterizes yet pleases for itself, we reach dramatic literature.

Tell your readers to use it or lose it. If you don't use your muscles, they get weak. If you don't use your mind it begins to fail.

I've lost touch with a lot of that boutique-type music just because of my age, and raising my son and the multiple jobs I have at this point.

Ugly. Is irrelevant. It is an immeasurable insult to a woman, and then supposedly the worst crime you can commit as a woman. But ugly, as beautiful, is an illusion.

Thinking is the soul talking to itself.

I loved my mother very much, but she was not a good cook. Most turkeys taste better the day after; my mother's tasted better the day before. In our house Thanksgiving was a time for sorrow.

School was a source of great suffering to me, but once I learned to read, I disappeared into books, where I was a happy visitor to all the worlds that sprang full-blown from the printed page.

I had done the child acting thing, which is pretty much learning your lines, standing there looking natural, and having fun.