Could you imagine how horrible things would be if we always told others how we felt? Life would be intolerably bearable.

The key is to commit crimes so confusing that police feel too stupid to even write a crime report about them.

Sometimes people do things that hurt and it's not because they mean to. They just do. It doesn't necessarily have anything to do with you, but you end up hurt because of it.

In the end, you'll know which people really love you. They're the ones who see you for who you are and, no matter what, always find a way to be at your side.

In the end, we decide if we're remembered for what happened to us or for what we did with it.

The only way to be truly misogynistic is to be a woman.

Think of life as a giant, fat cat you're in charge of. Sometimes you can control it, but other times, it's going to do what it wants and you have to roll with it. And sometimes you can do everything - everything you're s'posed to do- and it'll still shred all the things you hold dear... The only thing you can really do with life is rub its belly and prepare for the worst.