It's my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting, and for the millionth time in my life I wish for measles or smallpox or some other easily understood disease just to make it easier on me and also on them.

I learned that there is good in this world, if you look hard enough for it. I learned that not everyone is disappointing, including me, and that a 1,257 bump in the ground can feel higher than a bell tower if you're standing next to the right person.

We are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial.

Since I stopped writing, I read more than ever. Other people's words, not my own - my words are gone.

You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.

The great thing about this life of ours is that you can be someone different to everybody.

The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it's the small things that count.