It is one little thing you can do to make something big happen.

My aunt, she's dying of cancer. If I can't help her, I can help somebody else.

As a contestant last year, I know you don't see everything that goes on behind closed doors - there can be some animosity. But I see team togetherness and the eagerness and willingness to make this successful in all of them.

Grace Town was a chemical explosion inside my heart. She was a star that'd gone supernova. For a few fleeting moments there was light and heat and pain, brighter than a galaxy, and in her wake she left nothing but darkness. But the death of stars provides the building blocks of life. We're all made of star stuff. We're all made of Grace Town.

Love doesn't need to last a lifetime for it to be real. You can't judge the quality of a love by the length of time it lasts. Everything dies, love included. Sometimes it dies with a person, sometimes it dies on its own. The greatest love story ever told doesn't have to be about two people who spent their whole lives together. It might be about a love that lasted two weeks or two months or two years, but burned brighter and hotter and more brilliantly than any other love before or after. Don't mourn a failed love; there is no such thing. All love is equal in the brain.

Grace was my drug of choice, and tonight the dealer was giving out hits for free. I'd stay until I overdosed.