You become mature when you become the authority of your own life.

The courage it took to get out of bed each morning to face the same things over and over was enormous.

Existence was not only absurd$$$ it was plain hard work. Think of how many times you put on your underwear in a lifetime. It was appalling$$$ it was disgusting$$$ it was stupid.

I am a series of small victories and large defeats.

What you were will not happen again.

The tongue like a sharp knife... Kills without drawing blood.

There has to be evil so that good can prove its purity above it.

Our stories may be singular$$$ but our destination is shared.

A moment's insight is sometimes worth a life's experience.

Courage is grace under pressure.