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.

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.

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.

I have no intent. I have no reason to live, that's all. When I'm gone, I don't want to be remembered.

The only thing weaker than a toddler's handshake is their immune system.

The very idea of a library for me is bound to my mother and father and includes the history of my own metamorphosis through books, fictions that are no less part of me than much of my own history.

I'll see you tomorrow, Mare. You know you want to see my ring.""And your tat, " she said, a smile in her voice.

And in real life endings aren't always neat, whether they're happy endings, or whether they're sad endings.

There’s an old Chinese saying that I just love, and I believe it is so true. It goes like this: ‘The temptation to quit will be greatest just before you are about to succeed.’

It is soldiers who pay most of the human cost. In war it is extraordinary how it all comes down to the character of one man.

Having felt people's love and support first hand through difficult moments in my life makes me feel it's our responsibility to help one another.

If direction is a look, montage is a heartbeat. To foresee is the characteristic of both; but what one seeks to foresee in space, the other seeks in time.

You can’t ever know the real anybody unless you’re friends with them. And sometimes not even then.

Mere access to the courthouse doors does not by itself assure a proper functioning of the adversary process.