We believe what we want to, what we need to. The corollary is that we choose not to see what we'd rather pretend doesn't exist.

Home is not a place, but rather, the people you love

Tradionally, parents made decisions for a child, because presumably they are looking out for his or her best interests. But if they are blinded, instead, by the best interests of another one of their children, the system breaks down.

The only difference between a wish and a prayer is that you're at the mercy of the universe for the first, and you've got some help with the second.

Did you ever walk through a room that's packed with people, and feel so lonely you can hardly take the next step?

Could you really love someone who was capable of falling in love with somebody else?

I wish I could tell him I understand: the higher you raise your hopes, the farther you have to fall.