You couldn't hide from bad things and pretend they didn't exist–that left you with a dream world, and dream worlds eventually crumbled. You had to face the truth. And then decide what you wanted.

Because, if you could love someone, and keep loving them, without being loved back . . . then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else.

You know me. I'll hurt you. Welcome home.

LIFE IS LIKE A FRESH DAY, DEATH IS THE NIGHT WHEN THE DAY ENDS.

Each day hands me a clean sheet of paper upon which to write. Therefore, I would be wise to write without ever having the need to erase.

New Day…new opportunity to be grateful for what we have, not bitter for what we don’t.

Goodwill is the mightiest practical force in the universe.

I think bisexuality is frowned upon for a lot of different reasons. But I don't like any of those words. I don't like any of those labels. I think they're limiting.

French sounds flat. In English, you can play with pitch.

Never having discovered qualities in myself which could attract someone else, I could never believe that anyone felt attracted to me.

Church bells beyond the stars heard, the soul's blood, The land of spices; something understood.

Every savage can dance.

I'm actually going in to ER as the new British intern.