Put my head under my pillow, and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.

There's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.

We accept the love we think we deserve.

please believe that things are good with me, and even when they're not, they will be soon enough. And i will always believe the same about you.

So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.

I just want you to know that you’re very special… and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has.

I would die for you. But I won't live for you.

If you care about somebody, you should want them to be happy. Even if you wind up being left out.

What about when someone doesn't need a shoulder? What if they need the arms?

I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn't try to sleep with someone even if they could have. I need to know these people exist.

It’s strange how things can change back as suddenly as they changed originally. When one thing happens and suddenly, things are back to normal.

My life is build around books.

I believe there are visions that come to us only in memory, in retrospect.

The idea that education will lead to a lessening of bigotry is just factually incorrect.

Grades dilute the pleasure that a student experiences on successfully completing a task.

Australians are very provincial in many ways. If they feel that you've used them as a stepping stone to bigger things, they resent it.

The most important thing is that we need to be understood. We need someone to be able to listen to us and to understand us. Then we will suffer less.

The girl gave him a look which ought to have stuck at least four inches out of his back.

Whatever you do, do not feel sorry for yourself - things could always be worse and they are for someone else!

The work resembles a breech delivery-one which is expressed in rhythmic lurches, stabs of phrase and vocal ornamentation designed to express agitation rather than decorative grace.

Habit simplifies our movements, makes them accurate, and diminishes fatigue.