God wasn't love, couldn't be love. Because for me, love was a corpse.

Real love finds you once, if you're lucky.

Do you ever dangle your toes over the precipice, dare the cliff to crumble, defy the frozen deity to suffer the sun, thaw feather and bone, take wing to fly you home?

But, though I was very much in lust with him, I knew from the start we were nothing like "forever." Maybe because forever is such a scary place.

In my limited realm of experience, beginnings led to endings.

Something stirred beneath my skin, some being inside I'd only suspected existed, demon or angel, I couldn't say.

in a woman's womb.another chance.to make the world better.

I had never kissed a boy, had never even considered that I might enjoy such an unclean thing, until literature opened my eyes.

Hurt. Enough to want to make someone else hurt too.

I felt angry, frustrated.I felt I didn't belong, not in my, church, not in my home, not in my skin.

Honesty. Sobriety. My virginity. No way to regain the first two, I almost gave away the last.

Admittedly, I am not the one who looks fantastic in everything, but still I cannot help loving myself.

If you aren't living on the edge you're taking up too much room. Anon.

Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

I think a Play the best divertisement that wise men have: but I do also think them nothing so who do discourse so formallie about the rules of it, as if 'twere the grand affair of humane life.

Long story short, ghosts just coming out of the closet sucked at communication. Probably as bad as a beginner ghost whisperer sucked at getting them to communicate.

In actual life it requires the greatest discipline to be simple, and the acceptance of oneself is the essence of the moral problem and the epitome of a whole outlook upon life.

My maturity level is rising. I think there are certain situations that I'm handling better than in the past.

Tell truth, and shame the devil.

My body seems a mere encumbrance to me; an imbecillic wagon, hitched to the horse of desire, which is the soul.

I believe in being a motivator.