“Hey, if you can't fix it, let someone else fix it for you.”

“Objects moving in a circle are under the influence of changing force.”

“Fairy tales were stupid. And dangerous.”

“Love tends to grab a hold of you when you least expect it. The key is to never let it go.”

“No one can force you to become a monster – you hurt someone and you create your own demons.”

“Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8 color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64 color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64 color box, though I've got a few missing. It's okay though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8 color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation. So when I meet someone who's an 8 color type...I'm like, hey girl, Magenta! and she's like, oh, you mean purple! and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, no I want Magenta!”

“I love you more than songs can say, but I can't keep running after yesterday...”