anyone who used the word hip probably wasn't.

How many people can you claim truly care about you? I mean, not just the people in your life who are fun to hang out with, not just the people who you love and trust. But people who feel good when you are happy and successful, feel bad when you are hurt or going through a hard time, people who would walk away from their lives for a little while to help you with yours?

The truth has not so much set us free as it has ripped away a carefully constructed facade, leaving us naked to begin again.

you cannot hope for change in others, you can only work toward it in yourself. And that's hard work.

I definitely feel that plot flows from character. I dont believe that you can construct a plot and insert people into it.

There's nothing particularly dark in my past... I live in the light. My disposition is basically happy. I have a good life.

It's a little known fact, but parents are like superheroes. With just a few magic words they can make you feel ten feet tall and bulletproof, they can slay the dragons of doubt and worry, they can make your problems disappear. But of course they can only do this as long as you're a child. When you've become an adult, become the master of your own universe, they're not as powerful as they once were. Maybe that's why so many of us take our time growing up.