I tore the dreams from my head and tossed them in the flames. And the smoke smelled like my past, and it stung my eyes but I was too stubborn to blink.

The days blur into one, and the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done.

Love is not finding someone to live with. It's finding someone you can't live without.

Success is ...embracing one's failure

Dwelling on the sins of the past won't help us stop the evils of the present.

It's lovely to be going home and know it's home. I love green gables already, and I've never loved any place before. Oh, Marilla, I'm so happy.

What do you call "positive"and what do you call "negative" ?Petra Hermans

A lot of my love of literature comes from Oz and Alice.

The sordid qualities imputed to the enemy are always those which we recognize as our own and therefore rise to slay, because only through projection do we realize the enormity and horror of them.

My love is a thousand French poets puking black blood on your Cure CD collection.

Macho does not prove mucho