Why are people so cruel? What did I ever do to them?

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.

Smoking will probably kill me, but so will natural selection.

One of the bonuses of being a Christian is the glorious hope that extends out beyond the grave into the glory of God’s tomorrow.

The gnarled fidelity of an old habit.

You cannot act in love and act in fear at the same time. You must choose between them.

Where do ideas come from? Ideas come from other ideas.

In no instance is there to be a musical or opera of Inherit the Wind because it doesn't sing. It's an intellectual play.

You can only have as much as you believe.

Make your goal to attend to your underlying needs and to aim for a resolution so satisfying that everyone involved has their needs met also.

We Barbie dolls are not supposed to behave the way I do.

Make a choice of what you want, who you want to be and how you're going to do it. The universe will get out of your way.