If there are junk yards in hell, love is the dog that guards the gates.

I feel strangely normal.

Sometimes I get too exhausted to even feel bad

I heard an airplane passing overhead. I wished I was on it.

if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it.

That’s when I first learned that it wasn’t enough to just do your job, you had to have an interest in it, even a passion for it.

There may not be a hell, but those who judge may create one. I think people are over-taught. They are over-taught everything. You have to find out by what happens to you, how you will react. I'll have to use a strange term here... "good." I don't know where it comes from, but I feel that there's an ultimate strain of goodness born in each of us. I don't believe in God, but I believe in this "goodness" like a tube running through our bodies. It can be nurtured. It's always magic, when on a freeway packed with traffic, a stranger makes room for you to change lanes... it gives you hope.