Maybe all you need to pull you back form the ledge is to know someone would miss you if you fell.

Suicide isn't really about death, though. It's about change. Release.

Girls get under each other's skin. We get too close, too attached, too crazy, and then we can't let go. Our claws sink too deep. When we separate, we tear each other apart.

The whole summer was inside of us.

Sometimes all you know about where you're going is that it's away from where you are.

You know that when ex-military personnel start assassinating their own government's agents that something funky is going on.

The great majority of men are bundles of beginnings.

I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore.

The really faithful lover of learning holds fast to the Good Way till death.

It's the job of a manager not to light the fire of motivation, but to create an environment to let each person's personal spark of motivation blaze.

Paul Klee seems to handle colors and dreams as if they both came out of a box of children's toys. He plays and dreams with whatever he finds.

I've dreamt again of Manderley.

Now we have this idea that, not only do you go to first grade to learn your family's language, but you go to a university to learn about the person you were before you left home.

If a voice is just too nice, without an edge, it kinda all flows by. You forget it. You don't listen to the lyrics.