You know what you like, you know what you want. So all you have to do is find something work related to that stuff

Snow falling soundlessly in the middle of the night will always fill my heart with sweet clarity

I am a lolita. I don't believe in growing up. No matter how old I get I remain devoted to ruffles and frills

An element of fantasy is needed when falling in love and I was unable to find the fantasy element with any of the male gender

Lolitas do not recognize any authority. They follow only the values they have chosen for themselves, regardless of what anybody might say.

The only things that erased my lonliness were written works

Restraining, saving, assuring your checkbook balance...what does all taht amount to? If I go broke one day I'll just take out loans

All I trust is the past. Things that have ended can't betray me.

I really had no idea you'd be this stupid but then again you were the only person that really got me

It's not like I'm all into nostalgia and history, it's just that I can't stand the way things are now

I am anti-social and have a dark personality. I have no redeeming qualties and nothing to offer, therefore I could never have what I wanted

The organism's environment is the sense it makes of the world. This environment is a place of significance and valence, as a result of the global action of the organism.

Equality means nothing unless incorporated into the institutions.

It is more important to click with people than to click the shutter.

All that's different about me is that I still ask the questions most people stopped asking at age five.

Some people do crossword puzzles. I do books.

My cutter has been key for me, and my curveball. I've been able to spot them where I want to spot them.

We have become so self-centered that we go to God only for something from Him, and not for God Himself.

Catch, then, oh! catch the transient hour, Improve each moment as it flies; Life's a short summer-man a flower; He dies-alas! how soon he dies!

Ah, the pretty whisperers! It was very well When the leaves were thick and green, awhile ago-- Leaves are secret-keepers; but since the last leaf fell There is nothing hidden from the eyes below.

I was awake and this was reality, the new reality of nothing--and worse, of having to continue to exist.