It's much easier to not know things sometimes. Things change and friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody.
I try to remind myself when I feel great like this that there will be another terrible week coming someday.
Every person has to live his or her own life and then make the choice to share it with other people.
It’s like my very first memory, which I guess is the first time I was aware that I was alive.
I said no to having a beer. I once had a beer with my brother when I was twelve, and I just didn't like it. It's really that simple for me. [pp.37]
But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things.
Asleep by the SmithsVapour Trail by RideScarborough Fair by Simon & GarfunkelA Whiter Shade of Pale by Procol HarumDear Prudence by the BeatlesGypsy by Suzanne VegaNights in White Satin by the Moody B...
You know I blamed Craig for not letting me do things? You know how stupid I feel about that now? Maybe he didn't really encourage me to do things, but he didn't prevent me from doing them either. But...
Maybe these are my glory days, and I'm not ever realizing it because they involve a ball.
I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and then make the choice to share it with other people. You can't just sit there and put everybody's lives ahead of yours and...
I really do love my sister. Especially when she's nice.
I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is ve...
I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense.
Patrick said that the problem was that since everything has happened already, it makes it hard to break new ground. Nobody can be as big as the Beatles because the Beatles already gave it a context. T...
I love my mom. And this time, I told her I loved her. And she told me she loved me, too. And things were okay for a little while.
Everyone is special in their own way.
We are all supposed to think of reasons to live.
If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am.
I want to make sure that the first person you kiss loves you, okay?
I try to remind myself when I feel great like this that there will be another terrible week coming someday, so I should store up as many great details as I can, so during the next terrible week, I can...