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.

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.

I think about how we can't always live in the moment because moments pass, and when we're lucky, we have the kind of moments that we can't help wanting to go back to. We think about them, remember how they felt, and when more time passes we tell stories of these moments that are worth reliving.

Everyday is filled with opportunities to take a quiet moment

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.

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

I have a theory that as long as you have one good friend, one real friend, you can get through anything.