Maybe if everything was beautiful, nothing would be.

By Dean Koontz

You wanted to see the world.

By Sade Andria Zabala

Everybody hurts, sometimes.

By Kate Skylark

Grief denied will surface in borrowed clothes, the mad, sad clothes of paranoia, fear or loneliness

By Johnny Rich

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.

By Kurt Vonnegut

Self-consciousness is the enemy of all art, be it acting, writing, painting, or living itself, which is the greatest art of all.

By Ray Bradbury