“We’re not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again.”

You can’t move mountains by whispering at them.

A lot of people have problems with public confrontation, but it doesn’t worry me at all. I can handle myself. I know my martial arts.

I tend to put my foot in my mouth. I’m not good at being diplomatic. I tend to piss people off.

My favorite books, art pieces, films, and music, always have something jarring about them.

My definition of freedom is knowing who you are, and then being it. No matter what anyone else is doing. And naked parties of course.

For the first few years we paid all the bills first and divided what was left as salary. Sometimes that was $50 a week.

Right from the start, you were a thief, you stole my heart.

I’m such a control freak, and it’s very hard for me to lose my inhibitions without something chemical inside me.

I believe there’s 31 flavors to be tasted. I’m just living my life. I don’t want to be your kind of good.

My mom took all of my behavior personally. Everything I did she thought it was an act of rebellion against her. But it was just me being me.

I think the best day will be when we no longer talk about being gay or straight. It’s not a gay wedding, it’s just a wedding. It’s not a gay marriage, it’s just a marriage.

My parents divorced, and I didn’t have much of a daddy growing up.

I don’t try to be candy coated. I don’t try to walk on eggshells. I am what I am. Love me or hate me.

Consumerism diverts us from thinking about women’s rights, it stops us from thinking about Iraq, it stops us from thinking about what’s going on in Africa – it stops us from thinking in general.

I like feeling strong. It keeps my mental floor higher.

Record companies, I found out, can put out compilations without your permission.

There isn’t enough wine or vodka or tequila in this world to make me forget you.

I don’t know where you are or who you are anymore but I’ll always remember us.

The events that broke us lead to today. Why dwell on the past when we have been given today?

There is no point in hating all your exes after a breakup – Because you will end up hurting yourself instead of the person whom you hate.

I resent you for being okay when you broke me.

Darling, our story was a beautifully tragic thing. Magical as it happened unbearable when it ended.

There’s a kind of freedom in handing out torches and seeing who burns the bridge between you.

In the beginning, yes I did go back… (but) I learned that if it’s continued abusive, you just can’t stay there. When guys are young, they make mistakes. Nobody’s perfect, but, if they do it more than once, then it’s definitely a habit