You know, sometimes you have to remember the bad things so that you can learn from them.

My image is me. I talk for myself. I didn't become this person others wanted me to be.

I look at you looking at me, Now I know why the best things are free, How you've changed my world You'll never know, I'm different now, You've helped me grow.

I am a firm believer that God has already ordered the things that have taken place in my life...and I'm just learning to follow the path he's laid before me.

If God wanted us to ask questions, he would have made us men.

Every day online, people, especially young people who are not developmentally equipped to handle this, are so abused and humiliated that they can't imagine living to the next day, and some tragically don't. And there's nothing virtual about that.

You can spread your soul over a paddy field, you can whisper to a mango tree, you can feel the earth between your toes and know that this is the place, the place where it begins and ends. But what can you tell to a pile of bricks? The bricks will not be moved (page 87).