...make sure if you're working hard at something it's in a subject you actually want to remember something about ten years later.

It's either perfect, or it's the worst thing ever made and everyone is an artistic failure, including myself. (Yay, emotional extremes!)

Denial is strong with this one.

I couldn’t trust my own mind anymore, which wasthe scariest thing I’ve ever experienced.

In retrospect, crappy chemicals in my brain were working overtime, driving me to destroy myself, like that thing that makes lemmings throw them¬selves over a cliff.

FYI, it isn’t how I suspected. If you eat enough Cheetos you will NOT actually poop an extra-large Cheeto.

I've always felt like a failure inside if I'm not already a success, if that makes any sense.

...it always felt good to have that moment of resolve, like saying, "I'm gonna learn French!" It doesn't matter if you do it or not, deciding is the high, right?

I'd found my niche: cat-owning, stalker-y secretary. And I played the same part again and again and again.

But it's the science of the stars!""She thinks it's Satanic. You gave her daughter a pentagram.""It's a natal chart, duh. You can't let ignorance trump science here, Miss Mary!

...CompuServe, and it was not sophisticated, guys. It was the cave painting equivalent to Tumblr.

I can understand why some people might look at me and say, 'What's she got to be depressed about?' I get that a lot in Britain, where mental health issues seem to be a big taboo.

the Divine Nature wounds and perhaps destroys us merely by being what it is.

Writing an op-ed feels like I'm taking the SAT. It's so hard. It feels like homework. And if it feels like homework, it just doesn't get done.

People learn from people they love.

You are not a mess. You are a feely person in a messy world.

The same people own the media that own the White House that own the Congress that own the oil fields. They all work together to give a false view of the world to the American people.

I'm not as cool as I'm supposed to be.

A lot of players know I've been around 13 years and this is my second lockout. I got a lot of respect. I know what's going on both for the league and the union.

Love without friendship is like a kite, aloft only when the winds are favorable. Friendship is what gives love its wings.

To express hope by some star, the eagerness of a soul by a sunset radiance. Certainly there is nothing in that of stereoscopic realism, but is it not something that actually exists?