She became whoever she needed to be to survive,but she never let anyone else define her.

A sacrament--like marriage--means living a life better than your natural instincts, so that you're modeling God. And God never gives up.

I know that the first person I kissed won't be nearly as important as the last person I kiss.

They don't really pay attention to me, except when they need my blood or something. I wouldn't even be alive, if it wasn't for Kate being sick.

The only person who suffers, when you squirrel alway all that hate, is you.

The music we listen to may not define who we are. But it’s a damn good start.

What's worse ...? The devil you don't know ... or the devil you do?