Secrets only ended up hurting other people.

I remembered reading somewhere that if you smile at something, it automatically makes you happier.

Because sometimes silence speaks much louder than words possibly could.

It was pretty cool to have someone around here who didn't like the same things as everybody else.

Some memories were harder to forget than others. Especially the painful ones.

Silence fell between us. This was a common occurrence whenever we’re alone. When you’re comfortable with someone, you don’t need to always fill the void with noise. I liked it when we would just be.

I didn't like having secrets. Secrets only ended up hurting people.

But that's the thing with the what-if game-- you really can never know the answer to the question. And maybe it's better that way.

It’s all about balance. Balancing exercise, food, and life. No excesses.

A man is already halfway in love with any woman who listens to him.

A wife lasts only for the length of the marriage, but an ex-wife is there for the rest of your life.

Admittedly or not, conscious or unconscious, the poetic state, a transcendent experience of life, is what the public is fundamentally seeking through love, crime, drugs, war, or insurrection.

Focus on being the best you can at what you want to do.

The stage floor was a stage of thin ice for me to tread. To hold my own or to sink through and die, never to be remembered.

No matter how you feel, you made progress today.

If there's one thing I discovered since I came back from hiatus, it's that you can't go backwards.