Hope can be bruised and battered. It can be forced underground and even rendered unconscious, but hope cannot be killed.

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.

The scariest thing of all is never knowing what you're suddenly going to believe.

Good in Crisis; Sucks at Normal.’ That about sums up my whole life, doesn’t it?

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

If your heart tells you something but your mind tells you something else, which do you believe? Both are just as apt to lie. In fact, they play at deceit all the time. Mostly they balance each other, giving us that crucial reality check. But what happens on the rare occasions when they conspire together?

Sure, I can talk like you, but I choose not to, It's like an art, you know? Picasso had to prove to the world he could paint the right way, before he goes putting both eyes on the side of a face... See if you paint wrong because that's the best you can do, you just a chump. But you do it because you want to? Then you're an artist...You can take that to the grave and dig it up when you need it.