I will never forget what you did to me. I will never forgive it. I will never stop mourning what you stole from me. But I realize now I can't steal it back and I'm done spending every day trying to.

Plus, once he did the requisite double-take and recognized me, he’d probably beat the crap out of any guy who looked at me in all my Snow White meets Frederick’s of Hollywood glory.

It doesn't matter if you do everything right, if you dress the right way and act the right way and follow all the rules, because evil will find you anyway. Evil's resourceful that way.

But you can only go so long being angry before you learn to hate.

I didn't belong in this world anymore. It's not that I wanted to be dead, I just felt like I should be.

I think I’ll stay in pieces. I can shift them, rearrange, depending on the day, depending on what I need to be. I can change on a whim and be so many different girls and none of them has to be me.

My jealousy is a living thing. Shifting, changing, growing. Like my rage and my mother's regret.

I'd watch her, amazed at just how much a person could accomplish fueled by tea and regret.

Maybe I don't need to save her forever. Maybe I can just save her right now, in this moment, and if I can do that, maybe it will save me and maybe that can be enough.

Every normal family is one tragedy away from complete implosion.

His hands are miracles. I can watch them for hours, transforming wood into something it never dreamed of being.

You will know who the enemy is intimidated by because they're the ones he targets and keeps beating down.

Thinking of disease constantly will intensify it. Feel always 'I am healthily in body and mind'.

When one door is closed, don't you know, another is open.

I come from a very religious background.And actually I remained in it. All my anger I describe in my quarrels with God in Auschwitz, but you know I used to pray every day.

It is not how much you have, but with whom you enjoy it.

The choiceless truth of who you are is revealed to be permanently here permeating everything. Not a thing and not separate from anything.

When we say democracy we have to mean what we say.

Our consciences take no notice of pain inflicted on others until it reaches a point where it gives pain to us.

Whoever is not too wise is wise. [Lat., Quisquis plus justo non sapit, ille sapit.]

I realized that if what we call human nature can be changed, then absolutely anything is possible. From that moment my life changed.