Sometimes being me is very confusing.

Things end. People leave. And you know what? Life goes on. Besides, if bad things didn't happen, how would you be able to feel the good ones?

The world will knock you down plenty. You don't need to be doing it to yourself.

The truth is, I feel beyond sad. I feel empty. Numb.

Why do people think being with someone is the answer to everything?

Things change. Stuff happens. Life goes on.

I do not fall. I fell so hard so long ago there is nothing left for me to land on. I just keep falling and falling and falling.

Anger can try to break your heart, but sorrow is what will. What can. What does.

I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired.

I don't eat bread.' Is she pouting? It's hard to tell. She's had a lot of chemicals injected into her face.

I love books. I like that the moment you open one and sink into it you can escape from the world, into a story that's way more interesting that yours will ever be.

Staring into his eyes, she noticed a thin circle of gray around the green. A SILVER LINING, she thought.

The greatest general is he who makes the fewest mistakes.

No one knows who is listening, say nothing you would not wish put in the newspapers.

Love is seldom—almost never—an even proposition. Someone always loves more.

I feel like I have a bowling ball sitting on my hoohah! Apparently I have a lot of amniotic fluid, so whenever my water breaks it will be like a fire hydrant!

Just as nature abhors a vacuum, humans resist change. Change will occur; vacuums will be filled.

A word is a thought, of course. But any image, including a photograph, may become an instrument of sufficiently lucid cogitation.

Single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints.

We all face adversity and tragedy and need inspiration and motivation to Keep Rolling.

The science of style as an organ of thought, of style in relation to the ideas and feelings, might be called the organology of style.