Bad choices or good, if you never take chances, someone else will build your life for you.

Loss is loss. Doesn't take death to create it.

I'd sleep outside naked in the blizzard,for you.

Living means taking chances. Risks. Playing safe all the time is being dead inside, even if you happen to still be breathing.

I carry a strong anti-drug message, and it's important young people especially hear a "real" story about addiction and how it affects not only the addict but also the people who love him/her, rather than "just say no."

Not Exactly True That skin hate is dead. There will never be color blindness in a culture of fear. But when you live afraid of your neighbor, the monster you should most walk in terror of thrives. It starts as a little thing, small enough to burrow into your pores, take up excruciating residence in the dark recesses of your brain. Its name is paranoia, and it spreads like an oil spill, there in the shadows, chokes your humanity. Threatens your soul.

When did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin?