The darker the walls,the brighter the sky outside.

Be real, because a mask only fools people on the outside. Pretending to be someone you're not takes a toll on the real you, and the real you is more important than anyone else.

Dreams don't always have to exist while the sun's down and your eyes are shut

Therapy is about every kids nightmare when people are telling you that you need to get help but all you really want is a hug.

You are who you are and that's the most beautiful thing in the world.

Music is the soundtrack to every good and bad time we will ever have.

The closest friends you'll have are the ones you'd take a bullet for, but they're the ones you constantly feel you could put a bullet in as well.

Being a fan doesn't mean being there from the start... It means being there till the end.

Be your own kind of beautiful, it's super important. Take that to heart and always be yourself.

Life's greatest tragedy is not that it will someday end, but that most only live to follow directions and sometimes we end up totally lost.

Fools die happy. The happy die young. The young die foolish.

All of us are in desperate need of the restoration of our wholeness through union with our inmost self.

No one starts a war--or rather, no one in his sense ought to do so--without first being clear in his mind what he intends to achieve by the war and how he intends to conduct it.

There can be no higher enjoyment found in this world that is found in pulling souls out of the fire and bringing them to Christ.

Thank everyone who calls out your faults, your anger, your impatience, your egotism; do this consciously, voluntarily.

Italy cannot beat you but you can lose to Italy.

Joseph McCarthy, the Junior Republican Senator from Wisconsin, ruled America like devil king for four years. His purges were an American mirror image of Stalin's purges, an unnoticed similarity.

Everybody's born to be different, that's the one thing that makes us the same.

It is fatal to decide, intellectually, what good poetry is because you are then in honour bound to try to write it, instead of the poems that only you can write.

Our camels plodded along. Katrina tried to kiss, or possibly spit on Hindenburg, and Hindenburg farted in response. I found this a depressing commentary on boy-girl relationships.

We are all prompted by the same motives, all deceived by the same fallacies, all animated by hope, obstructed by danger, entangled by desire, and seduced by pleasure.