Sometimes it has to feel worse before it feels better.

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.

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.

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

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.

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