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

Things don't have to be sane when they're normal.

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.

He says you don't often find angels in places like happy homes and rich people's backyard parties. He says that angels flock to places like hospitals and homelss shelters and jails, because those people realize they need help. And do they are able to believe in strange phenomena. Funny how the world is backward. The really comfortable people don't always see much supernaturally, and to the ones who have to struggle, it's, like, breathing in their faces. The first are last... and the last are first.

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

You're in my personal space, so get out of it.

People love to see you get ahead — so long as you don't get farther ahead than they are.