He's wrong he's so he's so wrong he's more wrong than an upside-down rainbow.

All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.

I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.

Laughter comes from living." I shrug, try to sound indifferent. "I've never really been alive before.

I hope he doesn't know he just touched my leg.And nothing happened.

His lips soften into a smile that cracks apart my spine. He repeats my name like the word amuses him. Entertains him. Delights him.

Why are you touchin

I am suspended in the moment. Flickering images faded with age, frozen thoughts hovering precariously in dead space, a whirlwind of memories that slice through my soul.

Sometimes I think the loneliness inside of me is going to explode through my skin and sometimes im not sure if crying or screaming or laughing through the hysteria will solve anything at all

Things are changing, but this time I'm not afraid. This time I know who I am. This time I've made the right choice and fighting for the right team. I feel safe. Confident

Hate looks just like everybody else until it smiles. Until it spins around and lies with lips and teeth carved into the semblance of something too passive to punch.

Music is the sweetest language for hearts, kindest prayer for souls, peaceful breeze for minds, and a magical sail for imaginations.

...the terrible crumple and blanch of a lie come undone...

Its beauty stirs the imagination, and I wonder if the last refuge of all that is truly wild lies not on earth but in light.

I don't see why religion and science can't get along. What's wrong with counting our blessings with a computer?

Acting is magical. Change your look and your attitude, and you can be anyone.

Decorating is a footnote to real life for me, a means to an end: Living well.

If I programmed my own TV network, it would air good news! Just positive stories. Heroic stories. Cute puppy dogs doin' stuff.

The nature of the leadership spirit is the inherent desire of all mankind to control and regulate both environment and circumstance.

Talking. According to Marc, I could talk the color off a crayon.

I have since written what no tide Shall ever wash away, what men Unborn shall read o'er ocean wide And find Ianthe's name agen.