be waryof the boys whoonly ever tellhalf-thruthsbecause theywill only ever be half in lovewith you-slay those dragons

my boy? he is evenbetter than books. -fiction has nothing on you.

the only thing required to be a woman is to identifyas one.- period, end of story.

if youdon't want toend up insomeone else'spoem, then maybeyou shouldstarttreatingpeoplebetterfor achange.- an unapologetic poet.

My boy?he is evenbetter than books.-fiction has nothing on you.

ilet myselfknowthat my lifedoesn'thave to be overjust becausetheirs are& i wentahead& paintedthe sunback into my sky.I am allowed to live my life.

it is strangehowsisterscanbesaviorsorstrangers& sometimesa bit of both.

it tooklosing himto finally findmyself.It tooklosing hima second timeto be sureof myself.thatwas myfirst actofself-love.

fiction:the oceani diveheadfirstintowhen icanno longerbreathe in re

all of the oceans& galaxiesdid notconspire together tocreate mejust so i couldreproduce for you.-Startling Fact #1

i used to thinki was brokenbecausei never oncespent mydaydreamsplucking swollen pomegranatesfrom someone else's tree.- then i learned that society is broken, not me.

The multifaceted nature of the strong points of the enemy in this brutal warfare calls for nothing less than a global scale collaborative response that is stubbornly radical, yet humanely civil.

There's talent on the streets, kids with ideas who have stories to tell and never get a chance.

The smaller nations can in fact exercise greater influence on disarmament negotiations than they have hitherto done.

Music is only understood when one goes away singing it and only loved when one falls asleep with it in one's head, and finds it still there on waking up the next morning.

If shoppers looked at crooked carrots, misshapen potatoes, slightly dinged apples or too-small peaches and thought, wow, that looks delicious, imagine the benefits for struggling farmers.

Master books, but do not let them master you.

Friendship and love are impossible without a mutual vulnerability.

I can't help but to write, I have a inner need for it. If I'm not in the middle of some literary project, I'm utterly lost, unhappy and distressed. As soon as I get started, I calm down.

Use a sweet tongue, courtesy, and gentleness, and thou mayest manage to guide an elephant by a hair.

Every second a seeker can start over, For his life's mistakes Are initial drafts And not the final version.