There're three reasonspeople get away from here:gone good, gone bad orgone dead.

One more year and I will be closer to wherever I'm going.

I'm all alone, fuming at myself, waving a great flagof failure.

Stella scribbledin thick black textaacross half the pagesof my best storybook, filled with people who venturedwhere their hearts took them.Beautiful worlds beyond mine.

The true test is wonwhen being togetherwithout saying a wordis everything.

I'm justthe reason they married.Mum saysI was a surprise.Dad saysI was an accident.Truth is ...I am their mistake.

Then she smiles, like it'sthe first time she's seen sunafter a decade of winters.

Growing up changes morethan playground gamesand body shapes.

I want out of this place.With no reminders."It stings -sulphur tearsin cinnamon rain.

Instead, she's as stillas a leaf-littered pond, dark water evaporating, waiting desperately for rain.

i miss my brother likethe sea would miss saltif that were taken away.

Our feelings are our most genuine paths to knowledge.

Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.

Blaming women is always in fashion.

We're not really good at knowing what we want, and we are quick to say 'this sucks'. That's where the opportunity lies.

Bin Laden says his own role is to tell Muslims, quote, 'what is good for them and what is not.'

Talking about your home town is like talking about your own mother.

I have this self-conscious inclination to just say "anyone who hates it, that's cool that's fine!"

I like you being the sinner you are. -Adrian Ivashkov

They can romanticize us so, mirrors, and that is their secret: what a subtle torture it would be to destroy all the mirrors in the world: where then could we look for reassurance of our identities?