Perhaps fate brought us together, And the incidents in between made us close, Falling in love was a simple choice, But breaking my heart, that was yours.

Your eyes are hallow, Your heart is bruised, Your temple has been raided, Your soul has been shattered, Was he worth it?

I could watch her dance for hours, Because she's always dancing inside of my heart.

He danced across my heart like a pirate, Constantly discovering my secrets, Turning over every hidden treasure, Drowning me in his fantasy.

You said this was only the beginning, I didn't realize that meant starting a new chapter without you as part of my story.

My lips still quiver when I think about her smile.

It's true what they say, Love is a wicked game, A game so wickedly played, I am at your command in your wicked games.

Move forward for forward is progress but circles are movement.

They worried that fantasies were somehow inoculating me against more practical realities.

Out of misery, comes unexpected joy.

Diplomacy is not merely talking somebody into something; it's talking to somebody from a position of strength. You put your power on the table to open up the conversation; that's diplomacy.

Television wasn't prestigious.

Enough is so vast a sweetness I suppose it never occurs.

I don't believe what I just saw!

I'm a rule follower. But there is also a part of me, clearly, that doesn't follow them.

I'm not disabled, I'm Differently Able!

I use the phrase 'sibling society' to suggest a culture fundamentally without fathers, mothers, grandfathers, grandmothers, or ancestors. The thinking is horizontal.