“You might as well make yourself fly as to make yourself love.”

I am invariably late for appointments – sometimes as much as two hours. I’ve tried to change my ways but the things that make me late are too strong, and too pleasing.

I read poetry to save time.

If you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.

Being normal is boring!

The body is meant to be seen, not all covered up.

Change is actually what you need to avoid.

Suicide, is a persons privilege. I don’t believe it’s a sin or a crime it’s your right if you do. Though it doesn’t get you anywhere.

All little girls should be told they are pretty, even if they aren’t.

It’s often just enough to be with someone. I don’t need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You’re not alone.

Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius

Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are.

Fame is like caviar, you know – it’s good to have caviar but not when you have it at every meal.

All girls are beautiful in their own way.

Men are always ready to respect anything that bores them.

I think I hate it here because there is no love here anymore. I regret the effort I desperately made here.

It’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.

If you want truth to go round the world you must hire an express train to pull it; but if you want a lie to go round the world, it will fly: it is as light as a feather, and a breath will carry it. It is well said in the old proverb, ‘a lie will go round the world while truth is pulling its boots on’.

If you want truth to go round the world you must hire an express train to pull it; but if you want a lie to go round the world, it will fly: it is as light as a feather, and a breath will carry it. It is well said in the old proverb, ‘a lie will go round the world while truth is pulling its boots on’.

This town is too small for you. You were always meant for bigger things. Girls like us aren’t fit for cages we are meant to fly.

Think not I dread to see my spirit fly, Through the dark gates of fell mortality; Death has no terrors when the life is true; ‘Tis living ill that makes us fear to die.

I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, ‘love lifts me.’

When I took the leap, I had faith I would find a net; Instead I learned I could fly.

I wanted to fly when I was little. I still want to fly.

When you chop wood, splinters fly.