Secrets. I can't take then with me. If I do, when I go, when I arrive at my final destination, I'll be . . . impure.

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.

With those who are kindthe sage is kindWith those who are not kindthe sage is also kindbecause the way of Tao is kindness

I can't speak for a war that I believe is immoral.

I'm not really into vinyl. There's something about that raw, birth of rock and roll feel that makes me crazy.

And friend received with thumps upon the back.

My nonviolence is made of stern stuff. It is firmer than the firmest metal known to scientists.

I think I've been on a path ever since I was born, a path of high stress. I put myself, my career, it was a big old juicy carrot right in front of me for all of my life.

How could you not be hopeful if you've got a tree around?

If you're getting married less you're getting less divorces.

I used to comb my hair back and do stupid stuff

I am afraid of radium and polonium ... I don't want to monkey with them.