You are so intense. Like a storm. It's shocking how intense you are.
Why else were we here except to love?
What happens to the rest of something when you smash its heart?
We try on different dresses, different selves, but our souls are always the same - ongoing, full of light.
The most beautiful people are the ones that don't look like one race or even one sex.
The fairy who was not old, not young, who was red roses, white snowfall, who was blind and saw everything, who sent stories resounding through the universe said, You much reach inside yourself where I...
Sometimes she has imagined what it would be like to fly, to live in the river, to run like a horse. She has dreamed of that freedom, that power, and fears the wildness in herself that wants to live as...
She went out in the city with its lights like a radioactive phosphorescence, wandered through galleries where the high-priced art on the walls was the same as the graffiti scrawled outside by taggers...
Same Bat time, same Bat place.
Nothing happened. And everything did. Your whole life you can be told something is wrong and so you believe it. Why should you question it? But then slowly seeds are planted inside of you, one by one,...
It is always possible to exchange one hell god for another.
I was starting to learn how to forget the things that made me sad. It was like a charm you followed step-by-step, collecting and blending the ingredients, placing everything in its proper place. It wa...
I dreamed of being a part of the stories—even terrifying one, even horror stories—because at least the girls in stories were alive before they died.
Grandma Fifi had two friends named Martin and Merlin who were afraid in a way Dirk didn't want to be. They were both very handsome and kind and always brought candies and toys when they came over for...
Besides, secretly, without knowing it herself, she had been waiting for a Beast to go to.
Any love that is love is right.
Air. I am still holding the scissors, pointing
You are my Marilyn. You are my lake full of fishes. You are my sky set, my 'Hollywood in Miniature,' my pink Cadillac, my highway, my martini, the stage for my heart to rock and roll on, the screen wh...
Tinys do not deserve safety. If they are to prove themselves, they must suffer and die or suffer and survive.
She was no longer a slow dreamer watching the flowers grow. She was a warrior now. Warriors need something to fight for though, beside their lives, because otherwise their lives will not be worth it.