"How can the world sing when there is no voice to whisper?"
"How often do I listen to you? As often as I can bear." (This one was actually made to my mother... not the wisest of decisions.)
"Never fret about how things are now. Things always get better in the end. If they're not better, then it's not the end."
"I may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but at least I'm colorful."
"With the more I work, the more I write, the more I turn the pages... All the more I fall for people that don't even exist."