When someone won't let you in, eventually you stop knocking.

What I believe when it comes to big things in life, there are no accidents. Everything happens for a reason. You are here for a reason - and it's not to fail and die.

I never remember nice dreams; only the bad ones stick.

I'm no expert on girls, but when one tries to pinch you four times, I'm pretty sure that's flirting

If I never went home, what exactly would I be missing? I pictured my cold cavernous house, my friendless town full of bad memories, the utterly unremarkable life that had been mapped out for me. It had never once occurred to me, I realized, to refuse it.

When someone won't let you in, eventually you stop knocking.

Strange, I thought, how you can be living your dreams and your nightmares at the very same time.