Sleep is out... tired is the new black.

Sticking up for ourselves in the same way we would one of our friends is a hard but satisfying thing to do. Sometimes it works.

The minute anyone makes you feel weird and non-included or not supported, you know, either beat it or tell them to beat it.

Reading was a way to make friends or enemies, a way to discover how all these different people exist in the world and to rub shoulders with them. The ability to feel as if you have met someone, as if that person exists in flesh and blood and that you relate to them somehow, makes you feel a lot less lonely. And it also makes you feel very brave.

Rooting for other people's failure does get in the way of your success...when you can wish good things for people and rejoice when they get it, so many gifts and blessings come to you that you can't even imagine.

The earlier you learn that you should focus on what you have, and not obsess about what you don't have, the happier you will be.

I get a little itchy if I don't have some control.