Life is like a restaurant: you walk in, hopefully find good food and good company, and walk back out.

Nice days and nice people are fine, but what I really like are things that can be described as ferocious. Lightning storms and loud, booming thunder. People who don't apologize for being unique.

Our minds are like closets. Plain on the outside,but full of colors and thoughts in the inside waiting to be let out in the world.

Friends are like roadsigns guiding you along the path of life.

It's okay to go off course. As long as you know where you're going.

It was just devastating. I've never encountered anything like it in my life. It just kept rising and rising and rising.