It's strange how we always want other people to feel what we feel. It must be a basic human drive. Misery loves company, right? Or when you see a movie that you love, don't you want to drag all your friends to see it as well? Because it's only good the second time if it's the first time for somebody else—as if their experience somehow resonates inside of you.

Statistically speaking, there's a better chance that some part of me will go on to greatness somewhere in the world. I'd rather be partly great than entirely useless.

It comes with being sixteen," Mom said. "You teenagers, you go into a cocoon when you turn fifteen and don't come out for years." "So they become butterflies when they finally come out?" my little sister Christina asked. "No," Mom said. "They're still caterpillars, only now they're big fat caterpillars that smell.

I think all mothers are alike, regardless of cultural background, when it comes to illogical cleaning.

He does not deserve this. He has done many things, not all good, but he does not deserve this. And he never did get his priest.

Sometimes we make our alliances not by the shape and color of our flesh but by the convictions of our heart.

Wars are often waged not because of what we believe, but because of the things we want others to believe.