Someday I will have nothing left to lose. I can't wait.

I just invite people to share a secret with me. It's not like I'm a psychiatrist who's going to react to it or a priest who's going to give you something to do. When you let it go, there's kind of this void and I think people like that.

Stop lying. There isn't enough time left.

At seventeen I'm waiting for my life to actually begin. I'm afraid I'll wake up tomorrow eighty years old and I WILL STILL BE WAITING.

I needed to recognize those secrets I was keeping from myself- secrets I had buried long ago. I needed Post Secret just as much as the other people who were mailing me their secrets.

You keep a secret inside of you and it feels like a wall that separates you from others.

The best way to hear somebody else's secret is actually to share one of your true secrets.