I was good at digging holes. It was the rest of life I sucked at.

I reach for funny books all the time to help me get through life.

He says a million things without saying a word. I have never heard a more eloquent silence.

I believe that you've created a metaphorical universe in which you can express your darkest fears. In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves, and sometimes we do such a good job, we lose track of reality.

He doesn't see my breasts or my waist or my hips. He only sees the nightmare.

I just thought of a great theory that explains everything. When I went to that party, I was abducted by aliens. They have created a fake Earth and fake high school to study me and my reactions. This certainly explains cafeteria food.

You have to know what you stand for, not just what you stand against.