Like anyone cared where I was, or who I was.

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.

When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'.

I find myself in the moment of solitude.

A cross centered life is made up of Christ centered days.

You women could make someone fall in love even with a lie.

It is not surprising that Venice is known above all for mirrors and glass since Venice is the most narcissistic city in the world, the city that celebrates self-mirroring.

Things of greatest profit are set forth with least price. Where the wine is neat there needeth no live blush.

Words themselves are the intimate attire of thoughts and feelings.

The greater the penalties laid on sellers in the black market... the higher the black market price.

There are no scores for good intention, it either happened or it didn't. Get to work.

If you eat good, you feel good. I would encourage every body else to do the same.