People can love their lies, tell their lies, believe their own lies until hell pays a visit.

Don't tell people you care about them when all you really care about is getting your own way.

Sometimes it has to feel worse before it feels better.

My belief in ghosts swings with the wind. But my belief that the cemetery felt happy and not sad-I've never changed my mind about that.

If people knew who the angels were, they would be very nice when they saw one and would still do their same evil garbage when they thought none were around. Knowing who they are defeats the purpose.

People only see as far as they are able and the rest of the truth is lost on them.

Life is all we have, and if we can't look at it honestly, are we really living?