“Is there a chance? A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel? A reason to fight? Is there a chance you may change your mind? Or are we ashes and wine?”

All of my scenes were with Jason Isaacs. I could definitely see myself going on an adventure with him, and learning as an actor from him.

Goodbye, my almost lover. Goodbye, my hopeless dream. I’m trying not to think about you, can’t you just let me be? So long, my luckless romance, my back is turned on you. Should’ve known you’d bring me heartache. Almost lovers always do.

Did I make it that easy to walk right in and out of my life?

I didn’t want to be a cheerleader, and when you’re young and you’re blonde that’s kind of thrust upon you whether you like it or not.

You think you might know something about yourself or why you act or react in certain ways and then you come to new information and suddenly you see your past and your present in a completely different light.

I had been playing for a while, and I asked Louisville Slugger to send me a dozen flame treated bats. But when I got it, I realized they had sent me a box of ashes.

The teaching must not only consume you, but consume itself as well. All must be burned to ash, and then the ash must be burned. Then, and only then, is the Ultimate realized.

You could move.’ —“Dear Abby” responds to a reader who complained that a gay couple was moving in across the street and wanted to know what he could do to improve the quality of the neighborhood.

Fighting fire with fire only gets you ashes!

Ash, I want you. Bad, very very bad. But you deserve better than this

Glory comes too late when we are nought but ashes.

But Ash, I can’t continue to want you from a distance. To love you and not have you. I’d end up in jail if anyone tried to touch you and God forbid you tried to date someone.

Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes.