It was all about hate. There should be laws. We're there laws? Can you legislate against hatred?

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.

In cold weather states like Vermont, where the weather can get to 20 below zero, home heating assistance is critically important. In fact, it is a life and death issue.

The near impossible. If no one believed in the impossible there would be nothing left to dream about

The secrets I receive reflect the full spectrum of complicated issues that many of us struggle with every day: Intimacy, trust, meaning, humor, and desire.

We all get pigeon-holed or put in a box, no matter what that might be.

I like chatting with people. If people ask me a direct question, I give them a direct answer and I feel I've always done that with the press.

I think that being a mother, you would do anything for your children. Their pain is your pain; if they're in pain, you feel their pain.

A lot of people should realize they aren't on this earth for long and if you want to do anything you better hurry.

. . . denn da ist keine Stelle, die dich nicht sieht. Du musst dein Leben andern. (... for there is no place that does not see you. You must change your life.)

As soon as a women gets to an age where she has opinions and she's vital and she's strong, she's systematically shamed into hiding under a rock.

Yeah, it's an off day when I don't get somebody telling me how edible I smell." - Bella Swan.