“Words alone mean little. Show me your eyes; that’s where I’ll decipher your truth from your lies.”

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.

Don’t try taming me, I’ll end up growing spikes on my wings and fangs in my mouth.

You want war. I want love. That’s the difference between your heart and mine.

French press me against the wall and coffee and of course French kiss.

Arouse me mentally so I can feel you spiritually then when we touch physically we’ll fall in sync soulfully.

You deserve the kind of love that understands your gestures, your eyes, your silence.

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

Save the drama for the queens. Be a wolf.

I’m not a box kind of gal, so stop trying to make me fit in one.

Let’s jump in the rabbit hole, ditch our fears, and watch, like magic, how strength appears.

You heard me. You ain’t blind.

Just close your eyes and enjoy the rollercoaster that is life.

Muslim women had to go out in purdah, that heavy sheet that covers even the eyes. Hindu women had to go out in the doli, a kind of closed sedan chair like a catafalque. My mother always told me about these things with bitterness and rage.

Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me, Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me, Christ in every eye that sees me, Christ in every ear that hears me.

The eye altering, alters all.

Men trust their ears less than their eyes.

I have eyes like a bullfrog, a neck like an ostrich and long, limp hair. You just have to be good to survive with that equipment.

There is no single face in nature, because every eye that looks upon it, sees it from its own angle. So every man’s spice-box seasons his own food.