Happiness is a myth. It was invented to make us buy new things.

Sometimes you break your heart in the right way, if you know what I mean.

It isn't a secret, unless keeping it hurts.

So when will be the time to get on the train? I think.....a little bit almost quite very soon and not long.

Friendship is an Algebra test that nobody passes.

While I was chained to a wall and being tortured, I realized, through the screaming of my mind, that even in that shackled, bloody helplessness, I was still free: free to hate the men who were torturing me, or to forgive them. It doesn't sound like much, I know. But in the flinch and bite of the chain, when it's all you've got, that freedom is a universe of possibility. And the choice you make between hating and forgiving, can become the story of your life.

A lot of bad stuff in the world wasn’t really that bad until someone tried to change it.