My diary is a disaster...I can't spell at all...I'll spell the same word completely differently in the same sentence.

I cried on my 18th birthday. I thought 17 was such a nice age. You're young enough to get away with things, but you're old enough, too.

There is no definition of beauty, but when you can see someone's spirit coming through, something unexplainable, that's beautiful to me.

Oh, my God, this amazing cool breeze is coming through my window and the sun is shining. I'm happy.

I love my dad, although I'm definitely critical of him sometimes, like when his pants are too tight. But I love him so much and I try to be really supportive of him.

Beauty comes from the happiness within.

I love to go shopping at Target. They have so much stuff there, you can buy almost anything, it's really amazing.

I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.

Solitude has its own very strange beauty to it.

I've sung my whole life. I've taken lots of voice lessons and I love to sing. But I've never really sung professionally at all.

Hopefully, I can continue to do anything I want. I just want to do things that I'm passionate about in this life.

I love to read for my pleasure.

Let us, with songs of praise, embrace the sacred year.

To copy beauty forfeits all pretense to fame; to copy faults is want of sense

He threw his head back and sang, "'I am a centaur, yes, a centaur is what I am.' It's not like you to wax, Artemis" "Foaly is singing," said Holly. "Surely that's illegal?

Don't squander what you have. If you do, you'll spend the rest of your days regretting it.

I don't trade for excitement; I trade to win

I definitely believe that we really need to stop putting things in masculine and feminine boxes and realize that men and women both contain masculine and feminine energy.

The ability to feel fear and keep moving forward distinguishes the living from the merely breathing.

Research the imagination. It was as obsolete as the appendix in most adults, except for those in whom, like the appendix, it became inflamed for no reason.

We provide both irritation and inspiration for each other- the grist for each other's pearl making.