Don't judge me by my books. They're not my voices, and they were never my stories to tell.

And even when they refuse to listen, I'll keep talking anyway, hoping on a slim chance that the things inside my head are worth something to someone.

You're mine, Echo, and I'll treasure you forever.

And so I've written everything down, too afraid of my demons and what they may say, the doubt that eats at me from the inside. Too afraid that I'll forget and it'll all be a madwoman's dream.

When you have something this good, you keep it. Forever. And that's all the magic there is to it.

I had no tears to shed nor a prayer for the deceased... There is no hope for the hopeless.

This is a story about survival.Letting go and learning to let in. Getting along and moving on. The truth about life.The things left unsaid...

Life can be seen through several spectrums of light, but it’s the person who is doing the soul searching that defines what they may see.

You just know something is amiss, when you look at someone and long for something that is not yours or you cannot have. It's an absence--a loss of a heartbeat.

I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky. I heard it, and it said, "The world will never understand.

I can't explain my feelings for him...they're strange. But he says it is why we are so much alike, why I dream of him. He calls it The Craving.

With so many people in the world i am confident in saying, if you connect with someone on a soul level you dont take them for granted.

Balance hangs in the fingers of Peace

You could forgive a lot if somebody was there to take care of things until you grew up.

Everything is true, and nothing is true!

Civic participants don't aim to make life better merely for members of the group. They want to improve even the lives of people who never participate.

Optimism is true moral courage.

You can't delete racism. It's like a cigarette. You can't stop smoking if you don't want to, and you can't stop racism if people don't want to. But I'll do everything I can to help.

The plastic surgeon's knife slashes at time, which may seem to retreat, but then keeps on coming.

I grew up under Thatcher. I grew up believing that I was fundamentally powerless. Then gradually over the years it occurred to me that this was actually a very convenient myth for the state.

While they danced they came over them the weariness with the world, the melancholy, the pity one for the other, which is the exultation of love.