“I am inspired by many, but I’m in competition with myself.”

I’m a tangled mess of wild and I don’t want to be unraveled. I like me this way.

He wasn’t like a moth attracted to her flame. He was like a vampire in love with her eternal darkness.

My eyes saw you, but damn, did my soul feel you.

We are all just humans trying to survive in this crazy world, in the spaces between birth and death.

I am inspired by many, but am in competition with only myself.

Sometimes she’s the gentle rain caressing you softly. Sometimes she’s the hurricane loving you madly.

Your darkness is hauntingly beautiful. Mesmerizing.

While you were busy working on your ego, she was busy working on her soul.

Don’t compare her to sunshine and roses when she’s clearly orchids and moonlight.

I have wolf blood and wolf bones. Don’t expect me to graze with sheep.

I do not trust anyone who hides in the light and denies darkness exists.

When the world is too much create your own. I do it every day.

Meet me under the moon so we can chase stars together.

Still refining, staying wild, always growing and evolving

My soul and the moon are night time lovers.

She has the intuition of an angel and fire like a dragon.

You really are never playing an opponent. You are playing yourself.

In a society dominated by the fact of commercial competition, money is necessarily the test of prowess, and wastefulness the sole criterion of power.

I never thought about competing in the Olympic Games when I was growing up.

I think for me, the most fun competition that I’ve had was my first Worlds.

I’m very, very amateur, which is funny because I’m not in the amateur leagues.

In America you’re conditioned to regard everything as a contest. You have to make the Ten Best Dressed List, win this, win that. It drives me nuts sometimes. Who cares, for Christ’s sake?

I love tennis! I’ve always felt like this because it is such a classy sport with a great, competitive flair to it.

You really are never playing an opponent. You are playing yourself.