You don't launch a popular blog, you build one.
Josh Mendel has a secret. Unfortunately, everyone knows what it is.
You and your scars. Please! You don't kill youself like this!" I gesture, holding a wrist turned up to the ceiling, then pretending to cut across it with my other hand. "That's just a cry for help. That's just attention. Everbody knows that. Cutting across just gets you to the hospital. That's just from movies and TV shows and stuff like that. You didn't really try to kill yourself. you just wanted attention, but you screwed up. Try harder next time.
Here’s the thing about baseball-it’s not the individual sport I thought it was. Turns out I was wrong about that. Yeah, the batter is a lone man against the world. He stands in the batter’s box like a soldier and it’s up to him-and him alone-what happens next. But here’s the thing I didn’t understand until I was forced to, until recently: In order to hit a home run… Someone else has to pitch the ball.
And I think of nothing. I think of nothing but Rachel. What happens next is pure magic, and is for us and us alone.
You don’t break up with someone just because of an argument, Josh. At least, I don’t.
It's not an easy choice, but that's OK. Easy doesn't equal good. Difficulty doesn't equal bad. It's just life, is all.
Dictatorships are one-way streets. Democracy boasts two-way traffic.
Let the husband render to his wife the affection owed her, and likewise also the wife to her husband.
Coming from theater, and having been to acting school, and done little, small Australian independent movies, a lot of the time, it's always about character.
Well, love is insanity. The ancient Greeks knew that. It is the taking over of a rational and lucid mind by delusion and self-destruction. You lose yourself, you have no power over yourself, you can't even think straight.