Would I cheat to save my soul? No. But to save my G.P.A.? Yes.

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.

We know what we should do. Age is no excuse. Do we go to others for permission or for discipline?

To need to dominate others is to need others. The commander is dependent.

The wellness and prevention market will outgrow the health care market.

The genetics of autism are real, but there are also environmental triggers.

I feel like [God]'s hazing us.

My parents used to take me to a lot of theatre when I was young.

That's healthy and good for us that there are people who are prepared to question what we are doing.

Life begins where fear ends.

Love is not a higher quality than truth.

What's really fun is to write under different names.