A neurosis is a secret that you don't know you are keeping.
I love my past. I love my present. I'm not ashamed of what I've had, and I'm not sad because I have it no longer.
You can tell a lot about a fellow's character by his way of eating jellybeans.
A hypocrite is a person who--but who isn't?
I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.
I write because I'm afraid to say some things out loud.
I cried out and my own voice was muffled by the hood.