There are days when I think I don't believe anymore. When I think I've grown too old for miracles. And that's right when another seems to happen.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.