I would like to fall in love again but my only hope is that love doesn't happen to me so often after this. I don't want to get so used to falling in love that i get curious to experience something more extreme - whatever that may be.

If human beings had genuine courage, they'd wear their costumes every day of the year, not just on Halloween.

She thought about her life and how lost she’d felt for most of it. She thought about the way that all truths she’d been taught to consider valuable invariably conflicted with the world as it was actually lived. How could a person be so utterly lost, yet remain living?

Canadian winters are long. Life is hard and so is ice.

The best part of my life is gone, and what remains is whizzing past so quickly I feel like I'm Krazy-Glue'ed onto a mechanical bull of a time machine.

Even when you take a holiday from technology, technology doesn't take a break from you.

What is human behavior, except trying to prove that we're not animals?