Society just has a way of inhibiting you, which is good and bad.

Sometimes I think he’s the kind of friend that grownups call a ‘fair-weather friend.’ That means when everything’s going smoothly, he’s the best friend a guy could want. But as soon as something goes wrong…(he) sort of turns on you.

A little glitter can turn your whole day around.

And sometimes when you're very mixed-up inside, you do things you know you shouldn't do.

I find the term perfect child to be an oxymoron.

Even though sometimes you can control your anger, you can't control your sadness.

Can't we be friends?' I hate your guts, Frankovitch' Can't our guts be friends?