The words fire from my mouth like bullets, ricocheting off the walls before I can even register what I'm saying.

As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.

At what point do you give up - decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.

...and my loneliness, always my loneliness - that airless bubble of despair that is slowing stifling me.

Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have.

Trying to describe my life and feelings to you is like trying to describe coulours to the blind, or music to the deaf. It's simply not possible.

At the age of five she has already come to terms with one of the life's harshest lessons: that the world isn't fair.

At the end of the day it's about how much you can bear, how much you can endure. Being together, we harm nobody; being apart, we extinguish ourselves.

How can something so wrong feel so right?

It's always nice being wanted. Even if it's by the wrong person.

You've always been my best friend, my soul mate, and now I've fallen in love with you too. Why is that such a crime?

I have always considered "Pascal's Wager" a questionable bet to place, since any God worth believing in would prefer an honest agnostic to a calculating hypocrite.

The food you eat can either be the safest and most powerful form of medicine, or the slowest form of poison

Books had instant replay long before televised sports.

There are lots of people in the world whose existence doesn't revolve around American culture.

Work is no longer challenging.

If I expect great things from my people, they'll go to great lengths to keep from disappointing me.

One thing that these Buddhists have certainly gotten right is that attention to attention is the key to taking control of your mental life.

The impulse for personal adornment is hard to stamp out.

But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay.

In a heavy oppressive atmosphere, when the spirits sink too low, the best cordial is to read over all the letters of one's friends.