She responds by kissing me harder and longer and deeper. She loves me too. She's just afraid.

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.

When people think time is against them, they get a different feeling. No one however knows with all certainty, what exactly is in the next moment of time! Something can change!

Dreams don't come true, they are true.

Well-developed characters will ruin your writing plans every time. You may think you know where you're going with a story, but they have other ideas.

It is within the experience of everyone that when pleasure and pain reach a certain intensity they are indistinguishable.

I've been playing youth basketball ever since I was in sixth grade; I've been traveling ever since I was in sixth grade, so I'm used to it.

The worst thing a man can ever do is kiss me on the first date.

Life is Quicker Than a Blink of an Eye

I think I love you, Cal." -Abra I'm not good." -Cal Because you're not good." -Abra

There are only two options regarding commitment; you’re either in or you’re out.