Why did you take me down this road if you don't want to walk with me? Why do you exist all alone, when you could just talk to me?

I don't feel anti-love. I feel suspicious of love, and I feel suspicious of what it means to be in love. And I also feel suspicious of what it means to feel pretend love for someone.

I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going on in your head when you don't even understand it yourself.

Me being in love with a girl and wanting her to be with me, doing what I need to do to make her stay with me; it affects no one, yet it’s terrifying to people and they think you’re a monster.

I hate being so emotionally slutty. I need to stop loving everyone I have a long conversation with.

I live my life in a way that I feel completely comfortable with. I don't struggle with who I am, who I date, who I love, what I say or what I stand for, not just sexuality but everything.

Sometimes I worry I'm not going to be the best parent because if my baby gets a skin fungus I might sell him at a garage sale.

There's homophobia in every corner and pocket of this world but at the core you just love someone and want to make mixed tapes for them.

I didn't know someone could cry that much, I thought the tears would run out. They don't.

Sometimes, what probably makes writing songs really easy is that I've generally been attracted to situations that aren't always the healthiest.

Although we are Canadian, we have both vowed to remain unmarriad in solidarity with the millions who don't have the same rights as us around the world.

Being diagnosed with diabetes can be a very scary thing, and it can easily make your life stand still for a moment.

I'd like to see one person - just one - who would own up to having been a coward.

Nothing is really so very frightening when everything is so very dangerous

God was a clever idea ... The human race came up with a winner there.

No temptation can gravitate to a man unless there is that is his heart which is capable of responding to it.

Genuine brokenness pleases God more than pretend spirituality.

When the wheel was accepted as part of the national flag, it was surely implied that the spinning wheel would hum in every household.

Even if you yourself were unhappy and anxious, whenever you glimpsed happiness in your child, you suddenly became happy too.

How seldom we recognize the sound when the bolt of our fate slides home.

Common sense and nature will do a lot to make the pilgrimage of life not too difficult.