The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.

Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it

Dying is an art.Like everything else, I do it exceptionally well.I do it so it feels like hell.I do it so it feels real.I guess you could say I have a call.

Is it the sea you hear in me, Its dissatisfactions?Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?

The blood jet is poetryThere is no stopping it.

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps outLooking, with its hooks, for something to love.

Stasis in darkness.Then the substanceless blue

The still watersWrap my lips, Eyes, nose and ears, A clearCellophane I cannot crack.

What is so real as the cry of a child?A rabbit's cry may be wilderBut it has no soul.

They had to call and callAnd pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.--From the poem "Lady Lazarus", written 23-29 October 1962

Its snaky acids kiss.It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults That kill, that kill, that kill.

I AM A GIRL WHO DARE, A CITIZEN WHO IS AWARE, DAUGHTER WHO PRAYER, SISTER WHO CARE, A FRIEND WHO SHARE, MIXTURE LIKE AIR, A DIAMOND SO RARE.

Don't wait till tomorrow to start your dream. Moreover, didn't you say yesterday that you would start today?

DON'T ASK ABOUT MY PERSONALITY BECAUSE IT'S SOUND LIKE PERSONAL

Commendation n: the tribute that we pay to achievements that resemble but do not equal our own.

I had build up false pictures in my mind and sat before them. I had never had the courage to demand the truth.

Every child has a right to be well-born, well-nurtured and well-taught, and only the freedom of woman can guarantee him this right.

I'm focusing on writing the best story I can write. Which means I'm doing everything I can to give the artist within me as much power as possible.

People would be surprised at how much of an electronic dude I am, and I like new wave, post-punk and proto-punk stuff.

People or philosophers keep saying that our fundamental objective in life is to be happy! This is wrong! Our fundamental objective in life is to exist, either happy or unhappy!

As I grow up, the lessons I learn in love and relationships and how we treat each other are hopefully maturing - hopefully.