New York has always been going to hell but somehow it never gets there.
It's a very romantic sentiment, but to think that you would die if you didn't write, well, I would definitely choose to not write and live
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness, that brings me to my knees.
Happiness is like a cloud, if you stare at it long enough, it evaporates.
Change and growth is so painful. But it's so necessary for us to evolve.
Cast me gently into the morning for the night has been unkind.
I'm a closet Backstreet Boys fan. They're very sweet
Yes, now I understood for the first time that my soul was not so poor and empty as it had seemed to me, and that it had been only the sun that was lacking to open all its germs, and buds to the light.
I've never felt like I was born with a silver spoon at all, although I've felt like howling at the moon a lot of times!
Love yourself. Be proud of who you are.
Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.