Each of us is a story, waiting for a devoted reader who will take us off the shelf and embrace all our plot twists.

Your transformation will begin the moment you stop worrying for someone rise to rescue you.

We're all in the human race. The question is, are you running toward your dreams or just away from your fears?

She was a tragic beauty. Sadness had left its fingerprints all over her face.

Birthing is never easy or without pain, be it a universe, a child, or a fresh start in life. Contraction precedes expansion. Darkness comes before dawn. Joy follows pain. This is the way of things.

Opening to love will always involve risk, but a heart safe from pain is one also locked to joy.

Sadness is a bruise on the skin of memory.

When sorrow's cup is filled up to the brim, the slightest touch of memory can cause tears to spill again.

Strangely incurious, her lovers from before. She has worlds within I'm longing to explore.

She had a very inconvenient heart. It always insisted on feeling things ever so deeply.

She thirsted for love, but found only a mirage. Some hearts are a desert you can die wandering in.

This is what I had always dreamed marriage would be... Everything was absolutely perfect... for three short days.

Do not trap yourself into an owl's hooting soundwhere sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound

I like radio and live performing stuff. I don't like the television stuff as much.

Make-up can only make you look pretty on the outside but it doesn't help if your ugly on the inside. Unless you eat the make-up.

According to some liberation theologians atheism is not the cause of the conflict between Christianity and Marxism, but is rather the link between them.

Plato's cave is full of freaks.

Happiness is not the whole aim of education. A man must be independent in his powers and character; able to work and assert his mastery over all that depends on him.

I am a master of foolhardy plans, I thought. I have so much practice I consider them professional risks.

The implements to him who can handle them.

Were taught at such a young age that you can always be better and that youre never perfect and that youre never good enough.