My heart is a compass, and it always leads me back to you.

She made the beast rear its ugly head. Stirred fantasies in my mind I would have never otherwise entertained. Owning her wasn’t enough. Controlling her didn’t douse the inferno blazing inside me.

Was it cruel if someone asked for it? Begged for it, even? She always begged. Even now, I could hear her whimpering for me. Christ, those noises she made. A one-way ticket to heaven.

Even when she was on her knees- filled with my darkness- she was still shining bright. My Siren’s song, my exposed nerve. She lured me in and made me feel. And then she left me to perish.

Don’t deny me what’s mine, Brighton.

I’m not letting you go, baby girl. You need to accept that.

I’d single-handedly go to war and burn their whole organization to the ground before I ever let them harm what was mine. And there were no two ways about it- Brighton would always be mine.

I always had to diet. I'm diabetic, so it's a lifestyle for me anyway just to stay healthy and not end up in the hospital.

Gift-wrap the framed artwork on your walls and rehang them - what's nicer than a wall of presents to look at?

Privilege and complacency paralyze me with fear sometimes.

At the most subtle level, your inner intelligence is steadily progressing along the corridors of eternity.

If I worked in my apartment, I'd never leave my apartment.

If you are open-minded and ready to learn, there are many things which you can learn not only from books and instructors but from the very life experience itself.

Everything starts with a story.

I'm singing, you know, because I'm happy and I'm free.

A Communist breaks because he must choose at last between irreconcilable opposites-God or Man, Soul or Mind, Freedom or Communism.

How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!