“I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence”

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.

I don’t think your missing pieces ever fit inside you again once they go missing.

I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.

It’s just that most really good-looking people are stupid, so I exceed expectations.

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.

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

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 moon reminds me of how beautiful darkness is.

We are survivors we glisten in the sun for all the nights I died alone I did not know another woman carried my song and it is beautiful now look what we have become.

Listen to the beat of beauty with your heart.

And she started flying, just like the beautiful butterfly she is.

True beauty is reflected from within.

She is like a beautiful night. Full of stars and darkness.

Darling, Crying over beauty sometimes is fine; You are only human after all.

And through all your phases you are still beautiful.