I'm allergic to sad memories. It's the worst.

It was odd to have something so personal out there in that way, but the good thing about art is that no one necessarily knows what you mean by it anyway.

Daddy always said you only explained things to the people that actually mattered.

The only love she inspires is the canine kind.

Hi there," squeaked a precocious little voice, "you are speaking to Chloe Fusakawa, and I have just learned how to answer the phone.

There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker.

A life isn't measured in hours and minutes. It's the quality, not the length.