Never question the sanity of a woman who can render you defenseless with a look.

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.

I am always doing what I cannot do yet, in order to learn how to do it.

PEOPLE DIE THEIR ENERGY DON'T!

Let me talk to my mother. She is listening from the above.

Low-grade pain can be so rooted in your being that the pain begins to look like you, and you begin to look like the pain — it becomes your identity.

I think we live in a period of profound transformation. Very similar to when we had a transition from agricultural societies to industrial societies.

'Luck' is recognizing when the situation encourages build out and execution.

The surest method of being incomprehensible or, moreover, to be misunderstood is to use words in their original sense; especially words from the ancient languages.

We have been saying this, both pre season and before the season started

People enjoy our meat and our poultry, as I do as a consumer.

China is to stock fraud as Silicon Valley is to technology.