By definition, love made you better than good enough; it redefined perfection to include your traits, instead of excluding them.

Your problem is that you have been too honest for too long. Once you start doing it, lying is simpler than breathing.

You can blame your ugliness for keeping people at bay, when in reality you're crippled by the thought of letting another person close enough to popentially scar you even more deeply. You can tell yourself that it's safer to love someone who will never really love you back, because you can't lose someone you never had.

I believe that having something to hope for - even if it's just a better tomorrow- is the most powerful drug on this planet.

I don't want to tell people what to think. I'm the least qualified person in the world for that. If I'd go around pretending to be the expert on everything, I'd become Dan Brown, and I don't understand that. We all do our research if we're good writers, and we all work hard to get it right, but that doesn't mean we're experts in the field. The best we can do is challenge people to learn the facts themselves.

You can miss a person you've never known.

He insisted that stars were people so well loved, they were traced in constellations, to live forever