Self-pity is the bestiality of emotions: it absolutely disgusts people. When you're feeling pity for yourself, and somebody says to you 'You think maybe it's time for the pity party to be over? You should stop feeling sorry for yourself and try to think positive,' it makes you wish you could saw their head off.

It was like living in a new house. I saw the undersides of tables, walked through the tangle of chair legs. It would be good to be a dog, I thought. You would feel safe surrounded by all of these leggy objects that never tried to run away.

I wouldn't want to waste any of my brain cells on forgiving if it's holding me back.

Maybe you feel pressure to be positive because so many people rely on your good, fake-positive energy? If that's the case, screw everybody else. You're not a bottle of Valium.

Miracles do happen. You must believe this. No matter what else you believe about life, you must believe in miracles.

Red hair is great. It's rare, and therefore superior.

If I were blind I'd rather have another blind person leading me around because they know what I'm dealing with and they're experiencing the same things.