No matter when you were born or where, puberty is the same. It's the same for your parents as it is for you - what's happening in your body dictates everything.

If you want to mess with me, you'd rather be ready for the consequences.

Love was more than blind. It was deaf and dumb, too. It was catatonic. It was vegetative.

Luck doesn't shine her light on each of us equally. She is arbitrary, irrational, unfair and sometimes downright cruel.

The human heart was undeniably the stupidest organ in the body.

the more the merrier. so enjoy reading more books

It's so trendy, almost bleeding to death. All the cool girls are doing it.

She needed to get out of there. Her brains, thankfully, were still safely in her skull, but her emotions were splattered on the pavement.

I am seventeen. The good things about seventeen is that you’re not sixteen. Sixteen goes with the word sweet, and I am so far from sweet.

When I first heard the word existential, I didn't know what it meant. But then I found out that no one knows what it means, so now I use it all the time.

As pathetic as it was, she'd rather hold on to the possibility of something perfect than be hit with the reality of nothing much.

I have made the choices that work best for me. I know I cannot please everyone, and that's fine.

I have had no contact with the Chinese government. I only work with journalists.

In my opinion we learn nothing from history except the infinite variety of men's behaviour. We study it, as we listen to music or read poetry, for pleasure, not for instruction.

I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.

Privacy matters; privacy is what allows us to determine who we are and who we want to be.

You can have all you can expect and accept.

Whoever makes home seem to the young dearer and more happy, is a public benefactor.

However and wherever we are, we must live as if we will never die.

O my God, how happy should I be to hear from Thy lips those words which Thou didst once address to Saint Thomas of Aquin: Thou hast spoken well of Me, Pierre!

This mirror inside me shows. I can’t say what, but I can’t not know. I run from body. I run from spirit. I do not belong anywhere.