If a life goes down the toilet, it comes out in a river and meets the sea.

You're supposed to be kind to everyone, because you never know when you're meeting an angel.

My one challenge with the support group that I'd become involved with on campus is that the people seem to spend as much time talking about their ill-begotten pasts as their promising futures. It's as if people are drawn to looking back. They can't move on until it all makes sense. Humbly submitted: It never does.

Sometimes it has to feel worse before it feels better.

People will do and think whatever it is they have to in order to survive.

There are times in life to grow, and there are times in life to shine. One can't grow and shine at the same time; it just doesn't work that way. Now you're growing. Tomorrow you'll shine.

Everyone who doesn't want to believe in supernormal powers says the people who experience them are psycho. What the hell kind of a world is this if all magic moments are psychotic?