I'm so sorry. I am so sorry for everything.

Love is illogical, love had consequences--I did this to myself, and I should be able to take it.

Yeah, something was wrong. That was the understatement of the year.

My heart is ripped open, shredded, leaking blood. I can't let him leave like this. We've been through to much to turn into strangers.

I want to run. To do what I always do, have always done, for the last five years of my life. Escape, flee into the shadows. But this time, I stand my ground. I'm tired of running.

He is beauty, inside and out.He is the silver lining in a world of darkness.He is my light.

Few people ever kill for the right reasons.

He's right. I can't deny it. I am the reason Day lost everything that matters to him.

Maybe his nightmare had been about me.

All they're going to see is a wealthy man who has no idea how to heal their suffering.

I can taste the good-bye on his lips.

Schoolhouses are the republican line of fortifications.

I don't get all this Speedo stuff actually, I mean, whatever happened to the feather boa?

I'll also say, yes, I think the change in black consciuosness in recent years has made me more sensitive to injustice in every area of my life.

Christianity means community through Jesus Christ and in Jesus Christ. No Christian community is more or less than this.

You write fiction, you're writing memoir, and when you're writing memoir, you're writing fiction.

Every bees hony is sweet.

I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried- "La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!

A poem is a cup of words open to the sky and wind in a bucket.

You need to look at inequality as a typical condition of modern society.

Those who arrive at the end of the journey are not those who began.