The next night I went back to the sea dressed in 1950s silk travel scarves – Paris with the Eiffel tower and ladies in hats and pink poodles, Venice with bronze horses and gondoliers, New York in cele...
Once she was standing by her locker and her puka shells broke and scattered and she made a joke about it but he could tell she was upset. He wanted to buy her some more. He wanted to give her a millio...
She knew they were all afraid. But love and disease are both like electricity, Weetzie thought. They are always there -- you can't see or smell or hear, touch or taste them, but you know they are ther...
Find the goddess inside yourself instead of looking for the god in someone else.
It's scary to feel this much in such a dangerous world. Even if what you feel, overwhelmingly, like inhaling the precious, still-surviving existing earth, is not fear but love.
I wrote poetry from the time I could write. That was the only way I could begin to express who I was but the poems didn't make sense to my teachers. They didn't rhyme. They were about the wind sounds,...
But be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing, not running away.
The true warrior isn't immune to fear. She fights in spite of it.
One of the best things about sex with a Banshee, however, is that she will make her needs known freely.
Max asked, 'Why death, do you think?''The Iroquois say that the world was too full, so the men and women got together, separately, to find an answer. The men came up with the idea of not having any mo...
Wish on everything. Pink cars are good, especially old ones. And stars of course, first stars and shooting stars. Planes will do if they are the first light in the sky and look like stars. Wish in tun...
Yes, the Beast changed.He spoke more now, and did not gaze at Beauty in the same intense, almost pained way, as if he were feeling every emotion she felt. He did not sigh in his sleep when she sighed...
Ugster vinyl pumps, Partridge Family records, plastic daisy jewelry, old postcards. . . . It's a magpie Christmas market.
It's important to tell your story. It's important to listen.
It wasn’t that shocking kind of feeling they both expected. More like a huge sigh of relief spreading through them. Like your cold, naked body falling into a soft, warm bed, under covers, into arms. T...
I dreamed you were standing in this dark place and you touched these dead flowers and they lit up like they were electric or something. Electric lilies. Lighting up the Valley.
Baby, I love you. Pen... More then I love the color black. More than I love cigarettes, more than I love books. Even music.More than food. More than art or stories. More than words...
You are in my blood. I cant help it. We can't be anywhere except together
If you want to find the trail, if you want to find yourself, you must explore your dreams alone. You must grow at a slow pace in a dark cocoon of loneliness so you can fly like wind, like wings, when...
I said I was an English major, that I wanted to write someday, that I read the way other people ate chocolate.