There's still a lot I'm angry about, a lot of human behaviour that's appalling and despicable, but you choose what you can fight against. I always thought if I could just put something in words perfectly enough, people would get the idea and it would change things.

I'm less comfortable in a gregarious social situation, and you can be introverted and still share everything. It just means that you're guarded.

Half the world hates What half the world does every day Half the world waits While half gets on with it anyway

People don't realize the limitations of 200 words, and the way they get chiselled down into a song that has to be sung.

Could hell be a place where there is no self-respect? A place where people have no pride in their own existence or behavior, and thus would have none for anyone or anything else?

Throw off those chains of reason and your prison disappears.

I had spindly little ankles, and growing up in Canada, I couldn't skate. I was no good at any sports so was very much a pariah through those adolescent years.