There are no rules in fights with girls. Just hurting.

Writing is always personal in some way but not always in a direct way.

If language were liquid, it would be rushing in. Instead here we are in a silence more eloquent than any word could ever be.

To me, a feminist belong in the same category as a humanist or an advocate for human rights. I don't see why someone who's a feminist should be thought of differently.

I always thought that if I was popular I must be doing something wrong.

I like to write about things that are extreme in some form. I like to write about something I feel I have to write about.

A lot of my writing is not terribly civilized.

I was always inventing characters and making up stories.

I dont think gender is aesthetically defining for me.

I had some fears as a kid, but I was also relatively fearless. Maybe that's a result of living half the time in reality and the other half in fantasy.

If you have to fight a crowd of boys, it's best to go for the biggest one. That way you won't have to fight them all. The others will see that you mean business and you will win their respect.

Often the greatest progress happen in the most difficult of times.

I know that, your time is very precious, But Dear .I am also a prince, we will not meet again and again

The story does what no theorem can quite do. It may not be "like real life" in the superficial sense: but it sets before us an image of what reality may well be like at some more central region.

How do you just stop being terrified of getting left behind and ending up by yourself forever and not meaning anything to the world?

I love Dolce & Gabbana. I love Versace. I love the crazy, more eccentric stuff.

If you make it a habit not to blame others, you will feel the growth of the ability to love in your soul, and you will see the growth of goodness in your life.

To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same fields, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again.

Your inability to see other possibilities and your lack of vocabulary are your brain's limits, not the universe's.

Sometimes, Just when we need them, life wraps metaphors up in little bows for us. When you think all is lost, the things you need the most return unexpectedly.