Throughout it all, you are still, always, you: beautiful and bruised, known and unknowable.

That's the problem with life. You never get enough time to stare at your ceiling and try to figure out what's going on.

Sometimes you just have those days where everything goes wrong. But sometimes, and totally unexpectedly, something can go right.

You may wonder how I managed to make these friends. Well, I will tell you. Making friends is actually not that hard when you drop every single one of your standards.

People are who they are and, try as you might, you cannot make them be what you want them to be.

I believe that a person's taste in music tells you a lot about them. In some cases, it tells you everything you need to know.

This wasn't how I imagined things going. But imagination is so often no match for the absurdity, the randomness, the tragedy of reality.

Throughout it all, you are still, always, you: beautiful and bruised, known and unknowable. And isn't that - just you - enough?

Some people were nice to you simply because they liked you.

People have to create some sort of art so they have something to think about other than their shitty lives.

Don't you ever want to have just one thing that no one else knows about, so no one can ruin it for you?

You never know what people live through. Be kind to all people.

It is a blessed bliss to live to be old.

None preaches better than the ant and she says nothing.

History shows us that other highly developed forms of civilization have collapsed. Who knows whether the same fate does not await our own?

I took speech training. I took a few voice lessons in college.

We have to save as many lives as we possibly can.

My enemies make appointments at my tomb.

If we can't make and keep commitments to ourselves as well as to others, our commitments become meaningless.

Where shall the word be found, where will the word / Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence.

Science arises from the discovery of Identity amid Diversity.