This is the story of a girl gone mad while trying to find a little bit of love.

Do you wait for things to happen, or do you make them happen yourself? I believe in writing your own story.

I haven’t been very impressed lately.By people, or places, or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind.

I am not a broken heart. I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how to handle anything, at any time, and I am not your fault.

You were the hardest year of my life and I’ve never been so happy. What does that say about me?

Sometimes you need to sit lonely on the floor in a quiet room in order to hear your own voice and not let it drown in the noise of others.

I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how to handle anything, at any time, and I am not your fault.

Throwing yourself into the purse of a dream is the biggest adventure you can take on.

You can start anew at any given moment. Life is just the passage of time and it’s up to you to pass it as you please.

Fear is the thing that makes the heart grow.

I just want to be someone, to mean something to anyone…

A human being is a garden of love. Only you have to know how much water is needed to grow them.

Poetry can take you places that were once only traveled by your imagination.

In cold weather states like Vermont, where the weather can get to 20 below zero, home heating assistance is critically important. In fact, it is a life and death issue.

I will sit in the car on the way to a meeting and just smile. I really mean that. It helps you get through life. If you have nothing to say, smile. Look up at the sky and smile. Just be grateful.

I changed my mindset and figured, Why not try to be really entertaining instrumentally?

A neurotic can neither enjoy his illusions nor give them up.

The victory of success is half won when one gains the habit of setting goals and achieving them.

Crime and punishment grow out of one stem. Punishment is a fruit that unsuspected ripens within the flower of the pleasure which concealed it.

These are not easy questions. Who am I? Why am I here? They're not easy because the human being isn't wired to function as an individual.

What you do is not as important as how you do it.