I sigh inside, so exhausted by these ugly questions, but when did a monster ever deserve its privacy?

In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.

I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

I would like my life to be a movie so I could cut to a montage.

I want a new past,new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way.

My friend "M" says the irony of being a zombie is that everything is funny, but you can't smile, because your lips have rotted off.

...wanting change is step one, but step two is taking it.

My favorite songs change every year.

You should always be taking pictures, if not with a camera then with your mind. Memories you capture on purpose are always more vivid than the ones you pick up by accident.

The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope.

I notice faint scars on her wrists and forearms, thin lines too symmetrical to be accidents.

Okay, babe, I'm here.”

If you can devote yourself to your favorite occupation without getting money for it, but in order to discover your potential, then you will find out who you are

The study of asana is not about mastering posture. It's about using posture to understand and transform yourself.

A soul living in tune with its internal purpose is bound to create utter magic.

The left-wing, which consists of armoured and motorized forces and has no enemy in front of it, will be stopped dead in its tracks upon direct order from the Fuhrer.

Because I'm now successful, what I'm being offered as an actor is more and more of the same.

The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams. So much depends upom a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.

The smallest sin is an act of Cosmic Treason against a Holy God.

I'd excluded New York from my writing, and then I came back and I fell in love with it all over again... The energy comes from an absence, that yearning for New York when you are not there.

There is no wretchedness like self-reproach.