That first love. And the first one who breaks your heart. For me, they just happen to be the same person.

Relationships dont always make sense. Especially from the outside

Life is full of screwups. You're supposed to fail sometimes. It's a required part of the human existance.

Life shouldn't be about the either/or. We're capable of more than that, you know?

I wondered if emotions were like menstrual cycles, if you get enough women together. Give it time, and everyone was crying.

Oh darling, don't be bitter. It's the first instinct of the weak.

You couldn't just pick and choose at will when someone depended on you, or loved you. It wasn't like a light switch, easy to turn on or off. If you were in, you were in. Out, you were out.

Maybe we were all destined to just keep doing the same stupid things, over and over again, never really learning a single thing.

...You can't unlearn something, even if you want to. You know what you know.

Really, it had been stupid to expect anything anyway. A few late nights does not a habit, or a relationship, make.

When you don't know where you're going, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to have more than you need.

Being lucky is in your hands as it’s outcome of your deeds.

Get rid of pride

Because of the power that we have given money: The government would rather have taxpayers who do not vote, than voters who do not pay tax.

A love relationship has always been shaped by the context and times we live in.

We all know what happens to celebrities when their time is up - rehab and then a stint on VH1.

Big data is great when you want to verify and quantify small data - as big data is all about seeking a correlation - small data about seeking the causation.

A good, true, intense love is not complete without madness.

Learning from the best, you will eventually become the best if you have the talent already, if you have that potential.

Seamen three! what men be ye? Gotham's three Wise Men we be. Whither in your bowl so free? To rake the moon from out the sea. The bowl goes trim. The moon doth shine, And our ballast is old wine.

My neighbor, she invited me to an Elvis party. I told her I couldn't come 'cause I'd be too busy making fun of her from behind my blinds.