I won't describe what I look like. Whatever you're thinking, it's probably worse.

It's so weird how that can be, how you could have a night that's the worst in your life, but to everybody else it's just an ordinary night. Like on my calendar at home, I would mark this as being one of the most horrific days of my life. This and the day Daisy died. But for the rest of the world, this was just an ordinary day. Or may be it was even a good day. May be somebody won the lottery today.

I won't describe what I look like. Whatever you're thinking, it's probably worse.

We carry with us, as human beings, not just the capacity to be kind, but the very choice of kindness.

One mistake does not define you.

I think there should be a rule that everyone in the world should get a standing ovation at least once in their lives.

No, no, it's not all random, if it really was all random, the universe would abandon us completely. and the universe doesn't. it takes care of its most fragile creations in ways we can't see. like with parents who adore you blindly. and a big sister who feels guilty for being human over you. and a little gravelly-voiced kid whose friends have left him over you. and even a pink-haired girl who carries your picture in her wallet. maybe it is a lottery, but the universe makes it all even out in the end. the universe takes care of all its birds.