Yesterday you asked me what the purpose of life is. I've thought about that ever since. I think it's to do good no matter what life throws at you, to not let the pain turn you bitter. It's something we have to learn, something we have to make ourselves become...Little kids don't have to learn it. They already know.

Well you can't believe everything you read. After all, by definition, fiction writers lie for a living.

Courage is a fickle creature. Just as you need it, it often makes excuses and rushes out of the room.

At first it upset me to realize how many people are, at heart, selfish. Now I take that in stride, but people's loneliness still gets to me.

Adults are constantly telling teenagers that it's what's on the inside that matters. It's always painful to find out that adults have lied to you.

As if finding a guy to solve your problems isn't a contradiction of terms.

Things that are easily done are often much harder to undo. Sometimes, impossible.