On the eve of the shadow crescent...Watch the Vampire burn.
How is it possible that suffering that is neither my own nor of my concern should immediately affect me as though it were my own, and with such force that is moves me to action?
Real women fight for something, other than their own emotions.
Women who love themselves are threatening; but men who love real women, more so.
I used to have a drug problem, now I make enough money.
Manners and politeness will never become old-fashioned.
The choices that women make sometimes seems provoking and at the same time amusing. I once met a lady who said she liked my amusing facial expression.
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
Some days are better than others. The same can be said about people.
Mothers are fonder than fathers of their children because they are more certain they are their own.
Even now I remember those pictures, like pictures in a storybook one loved as a child. Radiant meadows, mountains vaporous in the trembling distance; leaves ankle-deep on a gusty autumn road; bonfires...