You might be looking for reasons but there are no reasons.

I don't want to hurt you or anybody so please forget about me. Just try. Find yourself a better friend.

It was the moment I realized what music can do to people, how it can make you hurt and feel so good all at once.

dear today, i spend all of you pretending i'm okay when i'm not, pretending i'm happy when i'm not, pretending about everything to everyone.

I’ll make a swing so I can reach the places I can’t reach yet.

He wipes tears off my face and then snot. He uses his hands. He loves me that much.

This is what I want so don't be sad.

No, " I say. "I didn't know that, " and as I say it I feel flooded with bitterness at all the things Ingrid kept secret from me.

That's what friends do: they notice things. They're there for each other. They see what parents don't.

I was such a quiet kid, so shy and calm and in my own head. Of course I knew about being sad. Maybe that's the reason I saved all the things I thought were pretty.

He is Romeo, and he is heartbroken. Every word is wistful. When he says, 'O, teach me how I should forget to think!' I, for the first time, see what the big deal is about Shakespeare.

We each possess the ability creatively to respond to the ontological mystery of our existence.

Quit pretending to be humble when you are really just a self-abusing, emotional, drama junkie.

The Reformation was cradled in the printing-press, and established by no other instrument.

The idea that the universe is running down comes from a simple observation about machines. Every machine consumes more energy than it renders.

Football is a game designed to keep coal miners off the streets.

When you're doing a play and you're afraid of a scene, that's the scene you should embrace, because that's the scene that will tell you something about the play.

Nature always strikes back. It takes all the running we can do to remain in the same place.

I've certainly had less practice at fatherhood than I have at acting, but in fatherhood, at least my failures are private!

The low-ceiling price bazaar for sexual relief was a street called Middie Alley. You could barely get a pushcart through this avenue. Top price-twenty-five cents.

All the lessons of history and experience must be lost upon us if we are content to trust alone to the peculiar advantages we happen to possess.