The sad truth is, they should never trust me.

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.

I sit beside the momentThat stares at silenceBefore anything could happen

One thing you learned as a Cubs fan: when you bought you ticket, you could bank on seeing the bottom of the ninth.

I don't believe anything till I have seen the proof. For anything without proof, I think we should believe the theory that gives us peace. It doesn't matter whether the theory is true or not.

Creation of something out of nothing is the most primitive of human passions and the most optimistic

Inspiration is for amateurs. professionals work everyday. Personally the best inspiration is a deadline.

you ever been trapped in a world where you're everyone's worst nightmare?

For me, when I want to be emotionally moved by a vocal, I don't want to hear auto tune on it, I want to hear the beautiful imperfections.

The tide tarrieth no man.

I didn't let anyone push me into things I didn't want to do where my career was concerned. So why did I crumble when it came to men?

Nobody has time to write a book. Some people just do it anyhow.