The clock sweats out each minuteof what meat is left to us.

But there was little heart to our lust, only the confusion of not knowinghow long we'd have in our bodies.

It seemed ironic to her that women were considered far too meek for the morbidity of war, and yet a child could give their life in a battle they did not even understand.

Trust me-that toilet and me were best friends for the first few days I was here.

I've never killed anyone but I've felt the emotion

If you're a writer, you just keep following the path - keep going deeper and deeper into the things that interest you.

It's when the discomfort strikes that they realize a strong mind is the most powerful weapon of all.

Inevitably, as much as we loved punk rock, our noise was coming from a slightly different place.

Life is a chance, a story is a chance. That I am here is a chance.

Never to despise in myself what I have been taught to despise. Nor to despise the other. Not to despise the it. To make this relation with the it: to know that I am it.

Lots of men hate women now-a-days. ... It was a man-made world, and now we're asking to go shares in the making.

Children are sent to school to be civilized, to learn to be part of the social enterprise.