“Perhaps he should have paid attention to the snakes coiled inside me waiting to strike.”

When no one aids you, you build your own legs.

You can strive to be perfect. Or you can strive to be art.

Sometimes all it takes to help someone survive anything brutal are those six words: ‘None of it was your fault.

There are three versions of you. The one that smiles and laughs with others, the one that hides and cries alone, and the one that has the ability to achieve greatness.

In human beings, a black hole is spending your energy loving someone who takes all of your love and gives back nothing in return.

The truth is, any hardship is bearable if you have someone to share it.

A shadow is just a shadow until it starts to scare you.

All children are born equally innocent, but all children are not born equally loved.

How your voice tremors when you speak of loneliness.

The old gods may be ash and bone now, but in us they rise anew.

No one told me love could be a God of both living and dying. That girls who love girls do not just drown, they also float.

What if I told you your damage doesn’t define you and the way you survive is no one’s damned business?

There is an old saying that when you meet your soulmate, your heart will not palpitate. Your body will not grow hot. Instead, you will feel like suddenly, you understand everything, and the tranquility of a thousand moons will grow between you. That was how she felt when she saw him.

Nothing makes her want to be less adventurous or give up her eternal search for something to quench her wanderlust.

All the darkness of the night is no match for a single candle that refuses to die out.

She is alone, and oh how brilliantly she shines.

The crookedness of the serpent is still straight enough to slide through the snake hole.

No owl is afraid of the night, no snake of the swamp and no traitor of the treason!

An art historical snake, swallowing its own tale.

Every time some new huckster of angst-ridden metaphor is appointed by Art Forum, the congregation genuflects, stroking the catalog like a handful of Rosary beads

Behind the man is the Tree of Life, bearing twelve fruits, and the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil is behind the woman; the serpent is twining round it.

The javelin-snake amphiptere hurls itself from the branches of trees.

It’s so bizarre, I’m not scared of snakes or spiders. But I’m scared of butterflies. There is something eerie about them. Something weird!

For every snake, there is a ladder; for every ladder, a snake.