It's more like I was daydreaming when the Supreme Being told me what I should do with my life, and it's too late to ask what it was.

It's fine to live in the now. But the best thing about now is that there's another one tomorrow. I'm going to start making them count.

Beauty’s all around me right here. It’s not in a textbook. It’s not in an equation. I mean, take the sunlight … The colors flow into your lungs, into your bloodstream. You are the colors.

Besides, it doesn't matter if it's real. It never does with dreams. They aren't anything anyway but lifesavers to cling to so you don't drown. Life is an ocean, and most everyone's hanging on to some kind of dream to keep afloat.

That's how it is online—there's no time in cyberspace. It's almost like everything physical evaporates, and it's just your mind and the different sites floating in a void.

You think, 'Here's something I can hold on to,' but it always slips away.

Childhood was a fantastic country to live in.