This poem has been called obscure. I refuse to believe that it is obscurer than pity, violence, or suffering. But being a poem, not a lifetime, it is more compressed.

Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.

I hold a beast, an angel and a madman within me.

Life always offers you a second chance. is called tomorrow.

Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart; Push in their tides.

When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.

Love is the last light spoken.

An alcoholic is someone you don't like who drinks as much as you do.

It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.

The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps... so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in.

I do not need any friends. I prefer enemies. They are better company and their feelings towards you are always genuine.

Submit to God and be at peace with him

Nights

Few find success without hard work and determination. Those who do have hardly gained anything for themselves that they deserve.

For me, your real age is not the age on your ID. That's just a date when you were born.

You'll find out when you reach the top, you're on the bottom.

I have long ago accepted that I am a little crazy and a little weird. It wasn't that exciting a revelation though. Turns out everyone is.

The process of book writing for me is entirely one of trial and error.

I have inner peace. It's a different person.

I want to encourage our people, to educate our people to have the courage to understand and fight for their rights.

I wanted to show a normal young girl whose only difference was that she behaved in the way a boy might, without any sense of guilt on a moral or sexual level.