We all deserve to be treated with nothing but respect. In order to command respect from others, we must first and foremost respect ourselves.

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 think with my heart and love with my brain

Sometimes democracy must be bathed in blood.

My daughter introduced me to myself.

When someone's running late through an airport, I hope they miss their flight so they can meet the love of their life at the duty free shop.

Somebody call Janet Reno - I think I just saw Donato dragging Doug Flutie into a locker room closet!

We talk of the Turks, and abhor the cannibals; but may not some of them, go to heaven, before some of us?

Everything connected with war and warlike exploits is interesting to a boy.

Something I'd like to be perfect at? ... Loving you,' I said. The words climbed from my mouth. 'I'd want to be perfect at loving you.

I may be a real bad boy, but baby I'm a real good man.

I don't want this music to die.The older people are passing it on to the younger generation so the younger generation can pass it on to the next generation.