We were alive. I remember it that way. We were still alive, and we couldn't see how close we were to the end.

The story you choose to tell isn't always the story you believe.

Sometimes a perfect memory can be ruined if put to words.

There's something ugly about a pretty boy who knows he's pretty and assumes everyone else know it too.

Most people, in the end, really are all on their own.

Something I would always remember. When you forget how bad it hurts, you feel so free.

Our private tastes in books showed a hint of our secret selves.

Maybe, long ago, we used to be good. Maybe all little girls are good in the beginning.

The point is, every book we had could save us in a different way -- only, we had to open it. We had to drop our eyes to the page and drink in the words that were there.

I knew that just because people on the outside were free and clean, it didn’t mean they were the good ones.

Some of us had been running all our lives. We ran because we could and because we could not. We ran for our lives. We still thought they were worth running for.

A great teacher not only teaches, but they also encourage and appreciate improvement.

And yet the true creator is necessity, which is the mother of invention.

No sale, no commission. No commission, no eat. That made an impression on me.

Getting paid for being laid, guess that's the name of the game.

Either the world is so tiny or we are enormous; in either case, we fill it completely.

When a man falls in love, he wants to go to bed. When a woman falls in love, she wants to talk about it.

People who fail to accumulate money, without exception, have the habit of reaching decisions, if at all, very slowly, and of changing these decisions quickly and often.

There's nothing in the world that isn't good, bad, and indifferent.

You don't hate the mosquito; you just want it out of your face.

Cause I shouldn't feel this way... Catch me I'm falling for you... and I don't know what to do.