...it isn't foolish or wicked to enjoy. Wickedness is hurting people on purpose. I love what you are and who you are and how you are. You give me great joy. And you make horrible coffee.

There aren't enough days in the weekend.

Steven Wright

But Philip was impatient with himself; he called to mind his idea of the pattern of life: the unhappiness he had suffered was no more than part of a decoration which was elaborate and beautiful; he told himself strenuously that he must accept with gaiety everything, dreariness and excitement, pleasure and pain, because it added to the richness of the design.

W. Somerset Maugham

Reality TV looks more like America than movies do.

Gabrielle Union

The basis of all excellence is truth: he that professes love ought to feel its power.

Samuel Johnson

Experience is what you get when you were expecting something else.

Source Unknown

Your experiences will be yours alone. But truth and best friendship will rarely if ever disappoint you.

Anne Lamott

I love making new friends and I respect people for a lot of different reasons.

Taylor Swift

Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.

Bertrand Russell

At such times the universe gets a little closer to us. They are strange times, times of beginnings and endings. Dangerous and powerful. And we feel it even if we don't know what it is. These times are not necessarily good, and not necessarily bad. In fact, what they are depends on what *we* are.

Terry Pratchett

Our young people have come to look upon war as a kind of beneficent deity, which not only adds to the national honor but uplifts a nation and develops patriotism and courage.

Rebecca Harding Davis

I saw music as a way to entertain people and take them away from their daily lives and put smiles on their faces, as opposed to what I see it being now, which is a way for me to actually communicate, and a way for me to tap into my subconscious.

Alanis Morissette

I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave - thank God for the quiet grave

John Keats, letter from Joseph S