You say you're not special because the world doesn't know about you, but that's an insult to me. I know about you.

I realized it in waves and we held on to each other crying and I thought, God we must look so lame, but it doesn't matter much when you have just now realized, all the time later, that you are still alive.

By the power of the superglue beer sword, I designate you my driver!

I realize that they giggle and I actually laugh, that they show their cleavage and I have none to show, but just so you know, I am also a girl. I'm one of the three wise MEN. And it's gay to think that James Bond is hot.

It turns out that, somehow, there are a tremendous number of things to be optimistic about.

Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you?

It is so hard to leave-until you leave.