This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.

There's always a way out. All you have to do is take it.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

The sad truth is, they should never trust me.

I hear you. I just don't believe a word you say.

I don't have alot of people to talk to. Not alot of people are worth my time.

Miracles don't happen. You make them happen. They're not wishes or dreams or candles on a cake. They're not impossible. Reality is real. It's totally and completely under my control.