Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.

You have to love yourself first before anyone else can.

Nothing just happens, it's all part of a plan.

"Caring too much for objects can destroy you. Only—if you care for a thing enough, it takes on a life of its own, doesn’t it? And isn’t the whole point of things—beautiful things—that they connect you to some larger beauty?"

I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.