The weak can’t bear to face their weaknesses in the presence of our strength.

No one can make you ‘better’ emotionally, mentally, spiritually or physically. You have to find this for yourself. You have to taste that brutal moment when you’re crying in a corner of the room, curled up on the floor and you think this is your end. You have to fight to stand up, literally. And you have to walk over to your reflection and scream, scream it all out. Then you have pick up your sword and fight and never quit. This is your life. Don’t let those bastards win.

I’ll only tell you what matters. And the truth is, everything matters. Nothing is an accident, really.

I’m convinced that everything I do will have a better outcome than the person who failed at it before me, because it’s the only reality I choose to accept.

If there’s something I’m not good at, it’s usually because I just organically despise it. I can’t help that. I’m fabulous at too many other things to waste my time faking it.

I write because it’s the only thing I love that always loves me back.

I’ll only tell you what matters. And, the truth is, everything matters.

I’m convinced that not all units of time are equal.

Even when I’m sleeping, I go to places where you are.

One thing I’ve learned about myself is that I can accomplish anything I want to. The caveat is that I have to want to do it. I’ve never been able to forge desire.