What wonderful thing didn't start out scary?

In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.

I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

I would like my life to be a movie so I could cut to a montage.

I want a new past,new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way.

My friend "M" says the irony of being a zombie is that everything is funny, but you can't smile, because your lips have rotted off.

...wanting change is step one, but step two is taking it.

My favorite songs change every year.

You should always be taking pictures, if not with a camera then with your mind. Memories you capture on purpose are always more vivid than the ones you pick up by accident.

The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope.

I notice faint scars on her wrists and forearms, thin lines too symmetrical to be accidents.

New converts displayed a most un-Roman concern for the sick man.

Jocelyn’s stomach lodged another complaint with the management regarding the length of time since breakfast.

If only Vivien Leigh had stayed in England, that part would have been mine.

The door handle is the handshake of the building.

Human life is inherently creative. It's why we all have different résumés. … It's why human culture is so interesting and diverse and dynamic.

If I have to win one game, I’d have a hard time taking anybody over Dustin Pedroia as my second baseman.

Some people think you have more privileges than other teenagers because of what you do, and that's not it at all. It's actually the opposite.

However strenuously the world pulls us apart, however long the absence, we are not changed for being dashed upon the rocks. I knew you then, I know you now, I shall know you again when you come home.

If I don't get a Wahlburger in me soon, I'm gonna go ballistic.

If a man knows not life which he hath seen, how shall he know death, which he hath not seen?