When you think you're right, you're most likely wrong.

The problem isn’t with rock lyrics, it’s with the fabric of this society itself.

‎Pick ten strangers and stick them in a room, and ask them which of us they feel sorrier for - you or me - and we all know who they'll choose.

It's like the psychiatrists themselves are buying into that stupid belief that therapy is something to hide.

Justification is a remarkable thing-takes all those solid lines and blurs them, so that honor becomes as supple as a willow, and ethics burst like soap bubbles.

I know how difficult it can be when the image you've had of something doesn't match its reality; when the friend beside you turns into a monster.

Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had.