Nothing is as peevish and pedantic as men's judgments of one another.

My wakeup call wasn’t some light switch of empowerment. From as early as preschool I feared that if I didn’t grow up to be the pretty princess men fawned over, I was a failure. That mentality was my disease. It got me raped. It made me feel dirty and devalued because my cherry wasn’t popped on a bed of rose petals. It fueled an adolescence juggling starvation and vomiting until my throat bled out and my stomach acid burned through the plumbing. It made me snort coke, smoke meth, and routinely gulp down narcotic petri dishes in hopes of obtaining hallucinogenic intimacy with junkie boyfriends. But most of all, it made me waste my youth chasing, obsessing over, fighting for, worshipping, clinging to, and crying over one after another loser. At some point, I just quit giving a fuck.

For the first time I began to perceive that true sympathy cannot be switched on and off like an electric current, that anyone that identifies himself with the fate of another is robbed to some extent of his own freedom.

Death is just the birth of yet another odyssey.

One man's cult is another man's religion.

How can I teach my boys the value and beauty of language and thus communication when the President himself reads westerns exclusively and cannot put together a simple English sentence? (John Steinbeck, in a private letter written during the Eisenhower administration).

Find strength in your heartbeat, than weakness with a beat heart. Take each breath as another chance, and love for a new day.

My life views on sex, men, dating, and self-worth were sculpted with the unfiltered ramblings of a drunken misogynist.

If an infant had the capacity to think hard about this world, it would have wanted to go back to its mother's womb again.

Choose something which is better and from which you can learn something, ... Here I am going to give few examples.CSI:Miami - Good ChoiceDexter - Another Good CHoiceBreaking Bad - Another Good ChoicePerson Of Interest - Another Good Choice.