Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide- open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.

I keep finding myself stifled by the company of others and then crippled by loneliness when I leave them. I am terrified and I don't even know of what, because I have lost everything already.

If I let a little of the emotion out, all of it will come out, and it will never end.

It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she's gone. She's gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it's all I can do.

I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.

I feel like myself, strong and weak at once - allowed, at least for a little while, to be both.

You don’t believe things because they make your life better, you believe them because they’re true.

I laugh, and it's laughter, not light, that casts out the darkness building within me, that reminds me I am still alive, even in this strange place where everything I've ever known is coming apart.

I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me--they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.

I think you're still the only person sharp enough to sharpen someone like me.

I didn't know that idiocy caused people to just start spontaneously bleeding from the nose.

Love is the most integral function of our lives. That is why LOVE is only one letter away from LIVE.

...I think that people who make judgements about other people they don't even know are shallow, and people who start rumors are shallow, and I really don't care what shallow people say about me.

Do not waste the moment of your life which comes together with death because you will bitterly regret the alienation of your own self.

The investor knows quite well that we don't have anymore the widespread terrorism here in Peru.

Nobody ever lost money taking a profit

Some times I think this whole world Is one big prison yeard Some of us are prisoners The rest of us are guards

The essence of good advertising is not to inspire hope, but to create greed.

A healthy state encourages many voices - and lots of listening

I know that at one time, the Arctic was the tropics. And I guess I wonder what caused that? Was it dinosaur farts? I don’t know.

A man who always talks for fame never can be pleasing. The man who talks to unburthen his mind is the man to delight you.