I can arrange words on a page but I can't seem to organize books on a shelf. Over the years, My Secret has shelved thousands and thousands, held each one in his hands. He thinks they might have seeped...
You can't doubt so much, Psyche
I stand here waiting. To disappear or sing.
Magic can be found in stolen moments.
What would it be like if i thought i was prettywhat would it be like if i carried that knowledge aroundlike i do the knowledge that i am a writerpretty like peonies pretty like satin pretty like the c...
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,...
I said I was an English major, that I wanted to write someday, that I read the way other people ate chocolate.
Love is the only thing we have to save us
He said that black sheeps express everyone else's anger and pain. It's not that they have all the anger and pain-they're just the only ones who let it out. Then the other people don't have to.
One of the best things about sex with a Banshee, however, is that she will make her needs known freely.
My mind is like the valley—this vast barren waste. Car lots. Malls. Tract homes. I know there are other worlds beyond it—of canyons full of coyote and monarch butterflies, squirrels, bunnies, purple a...
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...
What happens to the rest of something when you smash its heart?
At least the girls in stories were alive before they died.
Even in darkness your lips taste of sunshine
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...
Like prettywhat would it be like if i thought i was prettywhat would it be like if i carried that knowledge aroundlike i do the knowledge that i am a writerpretty like peonies pretty like satin pretty...
It was always a relief when she came home to him. Like water or food. Like music or that moment when you cut yourself with a knife and squeeze the skin and no blood oozes out.
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...
You are in my blood. I cant help it. We can't be anywhere except together
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