She's still doing it, pushing me into situations I can't handle, making me cope. She knows I can't cope.

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.

Do what you love, especially if your sharing the word

There are more things in heaven and earth Horatio Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

A warm smile is the universal language of kindness.

Stop spending your time; start investing your time.

Letters have to pass two tests before they can be classed as good: they must express the personality both of the writer and of the recipient.

Servants honor their master by their service.

Education is worth little if it teaches only how to make a living rather than how to make a life.

Kindle in thy heart the flame of love.

Unity and resistance is a strong American trait.

September 11 stands on its own as a terrible tragedy.