Precision about language can be really, really annoying. It can make you miss the point of what the other person is saying altogether.

Some things you can fix, and some things you can't. And I just think it is a shame to walk away from the things you can.

When there's something or someone, when there's anything that makes you happy, you don't let a continent or an ocean or an empty pocket keep you apart

There's no going back from what happened. You can go back and understand the past, but you can't go back and change it.

Guys don't go for me. Period. I don't distract them. They don't sneak glances in my direction. They don't think of me when I'm not standing right in front of them. I'm scenery. I'm background.

They're just words. And words alone don't really mean anything. It's what you feel and what you believe when you say them that matter.

The Little Drummer Boy was playing in the background for what seemed like the third time in a row. I fought off an urge to beat that Little Drummer Boy senseless with his own drumsticks.