...handsome people are always interesting to watch. But a handsome person in crisis is riveting.

You would be amazed by what you can give up, lose, or break, and yet still be a person who gets happy over brownies.

You need to grab your dream out of the sky like it's a kite and pinch the string through your fingers until you reach the spool.

I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.

I can't tell you how much I love Target and Costco, that kind of culture, because it's something I never felt a part of. I've always felt like a tourist because I have never fit in anywhere.

Should I just sit down, right here at carousel seven, and shake until somebody's arms are around me and they're saying, 'It's okay, I'm here, I'm here, come with me to the institute.

You are allowed to be alive. You are allowed to be somebody different. You are allowed to not say goodbye to anybody or explain a single thing to anyone, ever.

His laugh is made if porch swings and lemonade

But I can also write in crappy motel rooms, while standing in line, or sitting in the dentist's chair.

I wouldn't want to waste any of my brain cells on forgiving if it's holding me back.

I really look at my childhood as being one giant rusty tuna can that I continue to recycle in many different shapes.

Maybe I'm too late to be your first. But right now, I'm preparing myself to be your last.

One day I hope to hear "this is the world we live in" used in a positive light.

Your thoughts, the way you think is the most powerful influence in your life.

We need somebody to give us a chance.

I've had to guess at her, sewing her skin together as I sew mine, though with a different stitch

Never say never. I myself say no to things, and then I wear them. So, I'm now kind of sticking to the rule that there are no rules. Everything eventually comes back.

You guys are more talented than anyone in the Tumblr office or in Palo Alto or Sunnyvale. We're constantly in awe, constantly in service.

We have been a fabless semiconductor company for a number of years now.

My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move!

The fact is ones own voice is not heard anywhere else. Its a challenge to be yourself. It takes a lot of courage.