“The stuff I own will no longer own me.”

“I read your secrets to escape from my own.”

“When I drive 'home' and leave you, it makes me feel like I'm driving to nowhere - to nothing - to a place that doesn't make me feel.”

“I am not waiting for a prince on a white horse. I am waiting for you... So why don't you kiss me?”

“Out of everything the depression stole from me... I miss my books the most.”

“If ever I was in a plane that was going down, rather than screaming, crying and railing against the inevitable, I would look out the window, watch my death speeding toward me, and fully appreciate the final experience of my life.”

“I am the type of person that I complain about.”