Sticks and stones may break your bones but words can hurt like hell.

Picture the moment when your mom and dad first saw you as something other than a pretty, tiny version of them. You as them, but improved. Better educated. Innocent. Then picture when you stopped being their dream.

Every high school has its Romeo and Juliet, one tragic couple. So does every generation.

At this rate, we'll never get to the future.

I was tired and crazy and rushed, and every time I boarded a plane, I wanted the plane to crash. I envied people dying of cancer. I hated my life. I was tired and bored with my job and my furniture, and I couldn’t see any way to change things. Only end them.

When both of you are beautiful, neither of you is beautiful. Together, as a couple, you're less than the sum of your parts.

Somehow people have been sold on the idea that only professionals can entertain them, that only professionals can sing or tell jokes. And people are cut out of this creativity loop, and creativity is being limited to these large, centralized voices.