“They love their hair because they’re not smart enough to love something more interesting.”

The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.

You are helpful, and you are loved, and you are forgiven, and you are not alone.

You don’t remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.

Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

What a slut time is. She screws everybody.

If you don’t imagine, nothing ever happens at all.

Every year, many, many stupid people graduate from college. And if they can do it, so can you.

We are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be.

Depression is a side effect of dying.

That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.

When I look at my room, I see a girl who loves books.

The future is a kind of nostalgia.

The world is not a wish-granting factory.

It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn’t the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things.

Some people don’t understand the promises they’re making when they make them.

It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined.

A great friend is one you can share hair tips with.

When I cut my hair, the whole sound changed, my style changed.

It doesn’t matter how long my hair is or what colour my skin is or whether I’m a woman or a man.

My hair is holy. I grow it long for the God.

People always ask me how long it takes to do my hair. I don’t know, I’m never there.

I like to walk around with bare feet and I don’t like to comb my hair.

I don’t really like dressing up. Some people probably think actresses dress up everywhere they go. I’m in sweatpants half the time with my hair in a ponytail.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries or the way she combs her hair.