Some people were nice to you simply because they liked you.

That's the problem with life. You never get enough time to stare at your ceiling and try to figure out what's going on.

Sometimes you just have those days where everything goes wrong. But sometimes, and totally unexpectedly, something can go right.

You may wonder how I managed to make these friends. Well, I will tell you. Making friends is actually not that hard when you drop every single one of your standards.

People are who they are and, try as you might, you cannot make them be what you want them to be.

I believe that a person's taste in music tells you a lot about them. In some cases, it tells you everything you need to know.

This wasn't how I imagined things going. But imagination is so often no match for the absurdity, the randomness, the tragedy of reality.

Throughout it all, you are still, always, you: beautiful and bruised, known and unknowable. And isn't that - just you - enough?

Throughout it all, you are still, always, you: beautiful and bruised, known and unknowable.

People have to create some sort of art so they have something to think about other than their shitty lives.

Don't you ever want to have just one thing that no one else knows about, so no one can ruin it for you?

You can't hate someone until you know what it might be like to love them.

People tend to want to live up to their friends’ high regard.

It is in his obsessions that mankind most closely resembles his machines.

The way taxes are, you might as well marry for love.

Death's in the good-bye.

Jewels, lies, slips of paper, dried flowers, memories of thing long past, useless quotations, idle hands, beads, buttons, and mischief.

All true knowledge contradicts common sense.

At His Ascension our Lord entered Heaven, and He keeps the door open for humanity to enter.

We cannot have foreign governments interceding in our elections.

You have to give kids from ordinary families a ladder. You have to show them there's a way out.