And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.

Maybe this is the secret to talking to boys--maybe you just have to be angry all the time.

Now I'd rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie.

You came form different starts and you'll come to different ends.

Here's something else you might as well learn now: If you want something, if you take it for your own, you'll always be taking it from someone else. That's a rule too. And something must die so that others can live.

Perfection is a promise, and a reassurance that we are not wrong.

Human beings, in their natural state, are unpredictable, erratic, and unhappy. It is only once their animal instincts are controlled that they can be responsible, dependable, and content.