I knew right then and there nothing was ever going to change. It wouldn't matter if I was tall or short or fat or thin or absent every day. I was a loser from birth.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.

...the man of my dreams is a girl.

Really? It seems too good to be true. I don't trust it. I don't trust anyone.

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.

No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.

What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?

What you see, isn't always what you get

Is that all I am? A friend?" "Of course not," I say. "I love you." "Am I the only one?" she asks. "Yes. Completely." First, last, and always.

The entrance to the world is inside your mind

There can be no law of nature, no science, No aberrant infliction of human willThat unchained the soul cannot conquer, Simply sweep away, should it chose to.

We die well when we die with purpose fulfilled".~R. Alan Woods [2012]

Waiting is a period of learning. The longer we wait, the more we hear about him for whom we are waiting.

The reproach of a friend should be strictly just, but not too frequent.

A moment after the fairy's entrance the window was blown open by the breathing of the little stars, and Peter dropped in.

When you do a cheesy leopard print, it can turn out so wrong.

I always felt that the Cubans were being pushed into the Soviet Bloc by American policy.

Civil disobedience and excitement and intoxication go ill together.

Walked right by an ex-girlfriend today. Not on purpose, I just didn't recognize her with her mouth closed.