They assume she was once gorgeously beautiful. Because now she looks so—bad.

If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it, doesn't it just lie there and rot?

It's easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die.

Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?

People will listen to you only when they know you're dying, otherwise they're just waiting for their turn to talk.

All the effort in the world won't matter if you're not inspired.

Ultimately, everyone is acting out of what they feel is the best choice. In a way, they're all trying to improve the world. And I think that those basic choices make the world a better place.