There's no reason to speak. I have nothing to say.

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.

God is my Sovereign Lord.

A culture that does not teach prayer soon runs mad with desire.

The motive of man depicts his soul.

Avoid food products containing ingredients that are A) unfamiliar B) unpronounceable C) more than five in number or that include D) high-fructose corn syrup

Listen, O lord of the meeting rivers, things standing shall fall, but the moving ever shall stay.

The food and drink that goes along with football is one of the best things: hamburgers, hotdogs, chips and dips. At the stadium I would probably get nachos, but when I'm at home we order pizza a lot.

I think you have an enormous amount of fear and uncertainty in this country. And it's not just from San Bernardino or from Paris.

National literature does not mean much these days; now is the age of world literature, and every one must contribute to hasten thearrival of that age.

Owe nothing to anyone, except to love one another.

Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are.