... if sin had a taste she’d found it.

Some times we choose our fate, ” she said. “Other times it’s chosen for us.” The cleft between his dark brows deepened and his jaw clenched then released. “And sometimes its what we make it.

To get what I wanted I became the monster I’ve always hated...

You can break the walls of limitations with the power of your dreams and imagination.

We need a language that brings us together about the deepest things we care about rather than pushing us apart.

Humans are mostly kind only to their own-self, and their own. To another being, they're mostly indifferent, if not inhumane.

We awoke one morning in September, and the world lurched on its axis.

I feel like God gave me an amazing ability, and it's my duty to show people what I'm made of.

'Comfy,' that's one of the worst words! I just picture a woman feeling bad, with a big bottle of alcohol, really puffy.

I think the solo playing, the decision to start playing solo, came out of having discovered what lay behind the doors that that technique opened for me.

You ought not to practice childish ways, since you are no longer that age.

Do you suppose the St. Swithin's furnace-man was my one true love? Since I never spoke to him, it seems unlikely, but at least it was a passion unscathed by disappointment.

Tired faith all worn and thin, for all we could have done, and all that could have been.