In the big factory of perfecting human souls, the Earth was kind of tumbler. The sale as the kind people use to polish rocks. All souls come here to rub the sharp edges off each other. This isn't suffering. It's erosion.

People who don't want to get on with their lives, and don't want to accept responsibility for the direction of their lives want to hang out with other people who don't want to accept responsibility or move on, and so you find that your entire culture around you are people who are just like you, because that's what's comforting.

Don't write about your most emotionally charged moment as a learning thing.

Her mom and dad are both doctors and want her to follow her dream, not turn out the way they have, no matter how much it costs them.

It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them. This only looks like love.

I feel my heart ache, but I've forgotten what that feeling means.