It's hard to know what to say sometimes, when someone does something so nice. It's hard to know where to look.

I guess there's a Use By date when it comes to blaming your parents for how messed up you are.I guess that's what turning eighteen means.Time to own it.

I don't want the world to keep turning without me on it.

We are selfish, my illness and I. We think only of ourselves. We shape the world around us into messages, into secret whispers spoken only for us.

Once-upon-a-time we buried the memories we didn't want.

This is what labels do. They stick. If people think you're MAD, then everything you do, everything you think, will have MAD stamped across it.

Any punishment is an insult to the crime

She's known sadness. That's what it is. I only just thought that as I wrote it. She's known sadness, and it has made her kind.

We place memories on pieces of paper to know they will always exist.

But sometimes all the stars in the entire universe conspire to make something good happen.

When she turned to see me smiling. It was an awkward smile, but you only really know what a smile means when you own the face behind it. Everyone else just sees the smile they expected it to be.

You are the last thought in my mind before I drift off to sleep and the first thought when I wake up each morning.

Why live unless you live large? Death is a reality, always present, waiting, with that in mind, live today, it is everything you own.

Law should be like death, which spares no one.

Hit the ball up to the hole... You meet a better class of people up there.

Even our beliefs have become trend statements.

I felt slightly superior to student politics, for instance. I had no reason to think this, but I thought of myself as slightly more seasoned. I became quite cynical talking to my student friends.

I work from the people that interest me, and that I care about, in rooms that I live in and know. I use the people to invent my pictures, and I can work more freely when they are there.

This was a good dinner enough, to be sure, but it was not a dinner to ask a man to.

Identifying as a Pagan, feminist, Witch, and anarchist is possibly a way to alarm great segments of the general public, but at least it keeps me from sinking into a boring and respectable middle age.

Since we shall love each other, I shall be great and you shall be rich.