You can't sail towards your future if you're still anchored in the past.

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.

To hear how great your friends think you are: fake your death, or, get married.

At Earth's great market where Joy is trafficked in, Buy while thy purse yet swells with golden Youth.

Forgetting lets you live without the pain for a moment but remembering hits hard.

Knowledge is a thing that one cannot have enough of. It is the fruit of wisdom, to be eaten carefully and digested fully, unlike that lunch you are bolting down, little friend.

Chickens have an uncanny sense of direction.

Through prayer, our free agency is used to admit and confess our deep desire to have God's help in our lives.

The painter's mind is a copy of the divine mind, since it operates freely in creating the many kinds of animals, plants, fruits, landscapes, countrysides, ruins, and awe-inspiring places.

I will say that I've been lucky enough never to have to do a job I didn't want to do, or a play I wasn't in love with.

I think time is a merciless thing. I think life is a process of burning oneself out and time is the fire that burns you.

It is easy for me to imagine that the next great division of the world will be between people who wish to live as creatures and people who wish to live as machines.