I had learned, through bitter experience, that there are many ways to be lonely.
The play’s the thing, as they say.
Sometimes, when a thing is so fine, you can’t bear to see it destroyed.
All the world truly was a stage, and I a poor player upon it.
You cannot steal what cannot be owned.
Once you belong somewhere, it’s hard to walk away.
A lie is a fearful thing, not easily lived with.
Words can be dangerous in the wrong hands.
For the first time, I wished the play would never end.
I had never felt so much a part of something in all my life.
Sometimes, the greatest courage is simply telling the truth.
A person can change, if given the chance.