She felt damned. As though she were marching to her death. She felt like had been sentenced. And yet she felt eerily free.

What is this place?’‘Heaven.’ She laughed, ‘with better drinks!

From personal adversity comes great art

She wasn’t sure if she even needed him anymore and the thought made her sad. In consolation, she offered him a kind smile and reached for his dependable hand.

Are you in love with him?’She kept her lips tightly closed as if holding something back.‘Are you in love with me?’She tried to answer but nothing came out. She lowered her eyes to the floor.

In front of him stood the woman of his dreams, giving him one last chance to kiss her.Reason didn’t stand a chance.

It has been utterly exhausting to love you.

Their conversation was like root canal without anaesthesia.

Seeing him again had been a gut punch.

You want me to paint you?’ Genna spoke up raising an eyebrow of displeasure.‘All of me.’ James bowed his head to Genevieve and whispered the words slowly.

He hadn’t saved her. He hadn’t even bothered trying.

Reading supplies bread for imagination to feed on and bones for it to chew on.

The race to win turns us all into losers.

I'm a fatalist.... I consider I am rejected in principle. My work is and, through my work, I am. If it's accepted, it's miraculous or the result of a misunderstanding.

I think it's really important to create spiritual revolutionaries.

The dreams of childhood - it's airy fables, its graceful, beautiful, humane, impossible adornments of the world beyond; so good to be believed in once, so good to be remembered when outgrown.

Our mothers are our most direct connection to our history and gender.

Don't be a drag. Just be a queen.

If I had a child of school age, I would send him to one of the Waldorf Schools.

Babyface is definitely a big inspiration.

There are two kinds of friendship: one is genuine affection, the other is inability to refuse.