I am a jumble of passions, misgivings, and wants. It seems that I am always in a state of wishing and rarely in a state of contentment.

They misspelled 'party.' How evil genius can they be?

I don't think you should die until you're ready. Until you've wrung out every last bit of living you can.

What happens if your choice is misguided, You must try to correct it But what if it’s too late? What if you can’t? Then you must find a way to live with it.

You are unique, and this is a beautiful, beautiful thing, grasshopper.

Sitting in my favorite coffeehouse with a new notebook and a hot cup of java is my idea of Heaven.

The face staring back at me isn't beautiful but she isn't something that would scare the horses, either.