Why couldn't I have a fatal disease? It'd be so much easier.

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.

We Live and we Learn but we don't always Laugh.

Sometimes the best deals are the ones you don't make.

I always kind of wanted to go into healthcare.

I may quit the music business someday, but never the music.

My life choices are not supposed to be the gateway to somebody else's. That's my journey.

I consider myself 'local' in Sweden.

Statement: A girl and a boy jump into a river. The boy swims over to the girl and says, "God, it's cold." Question: What's the probability they will kiss?

We lose a lot of young athletes because tennis is such a difficult sport. It's not like kicking a soccer ball.

No one's going to watch The Bible on primetime TV.

I really and truly believe that music represents humanity’s soul.