This is my fault. Mine. Making her think I'd be here for her.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.

...the man of my dreams is a girl.

Really? It seems too good to be true. I don't trust it. I don't trust anyone.

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.

No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.

What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?

What you see, isn't always what you get

Is that all I am? A friend?" "Of course not," I say. "I love you." "Am I the only one?" she asks. "Yes. Completely." First, last, and always.

Yesterday I soared above the clouds. Today I'll walk the earth again.

Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.

He’s a pagan! I’m an artist! We’re naturally sympathetic!

Wisdom begins in wonder.

I do love the idea that something can make you forget that you're listening and just transport you to somewhere else in your head.

Sometimes I dislike women, I dislike us all, because of our capacity for not-thinking when it suits us; we choose not to think when we are reaching our for happiness.

Looking to any angry, anxious, or otherwise stressed emotional state to help you sort out the pain you're in is like trying to organize your monthly bills by throwing them into a blender

Will is stronger than fact: it can mold and overcome fact.

Life continues in lots of places, and life is a magical thing.

My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style