Life

She didn't tear him a whole new one for having fucked up the scene by walking all over it so much as she pointed out where, exactly, the new one would be torn if he messed it up again.

He wondered about himself (whether he was broken, or special, or better, or worse) and about other people (whether they were really all as stupid as they seemed).

Life is all about balance, without which the seeds of chaos grow.

Women were beyond me.They saw somethingdepraved.There was one waitressa little older thanI, she rather smiled,lingered when shebrought mycoffee.That was plenty for me, that wasenough.- Young in New Orleans.

Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what’s for lunch.

For frail but surprisingly strong fairies who had lost their way above groundfor burned mermaids and sick vampire girlsfor wild wolfish women with sharp teeth and leaves in their hair.

Sometimes in life there's no problem and sometimes there solution. Within this space - between these apparent poles - life flows.

Owning less is better than organizing more.

He ached for creation. For life to somehow rise from the drawings in his sketching book. For his own energy, his own impressions to swirl and spin on a canvas. For a dream city he had tacked above his bed.

I was not a good-lookin' girl. I was extremely skinny. I wasn't pretty. I wasn't cool.

Well, I was living it, but a shared dream half-lived is a hollow thing.

Tomorrow will u ever come? Please don't fuck me.

When I have written my last word, I will have taken my last breath.

Today is yours to shape. Create a masterpiece!

He said slowly, “You must remember what you are and what you have chosen to become, and the significance of what you are doing. There are wars and defeats and victories of the human race that are not military and that are not recorded in the annals of history. Remember that while you’re trying to decide what to do.

I preferred the world of imagination to the death of sleep.

Every single cell in the human body replaces itself over a period of seven years. That means there's not even the smallest part of you now that was part of you seven years ago.

In simple, the past is a time gone by and no longer exists in the present moment, but we choose to allow this past to occupy our minds, our bodies and our very existence.

I'm tired of playing worn-out depressing ladies in frayed bathrobes. I'm going to get a new hairdo and look terrific and go back to school and even if nobody notices I'm going to be the most self-fulfilled lady on the block.

I’ve lost control of the simple act of being able to breathe. I’m hyperventilating. “I don’t need you to show me how to breathe,” I say. “You don’t?” He looks skeptical. “I think I can handle the simple act of breathing without you.