“You threw water on my fire when I was looking for gasoline.”

Some days it is exhausting to simply exist.

I’m afraid someday my words will run out so I spend every waking moment trying to capture the human experience in purple prose.

I want you he says but you are not mine, She smiles and she says I am not his either, I am my own.

I took my demons put them in a jar and kept them on the highest shelf so that you could never touch them.

You smile brighter when you think no one is looking.

I call myself a poet but I don’t have words to describe that feeling that I get in the pit of my stomach when your hand brushes against mine so purposefully accidental.

If he was the flame then I was the moth and I would burn with a smile on my face.

I have mastered the art of smiling when all I want to do is scream.

Maybe in another life, you say but I am stuck loving you in this one.

Our paths crossed and our stars did too.

He was a wildfire burned bright and fast and free.

‘We need to talk’ – A four-word horror story.

My words are my weapon they are sharper than any sword.

Would you come undone with me?

It happens in the quiet when that buzzing in the back of my mind fades out and I can’t do anything but simply feel.

You and I are sand in an hourglass and I can feel our time running out. But baby for you I would turn this world upside down just to start all over again.

When you get arrested it’s in big letters. When you get acquitted it’s in small letters.

I was ostracized by my community.

All government, in its essence, is a conspiracy against the superior man: its one permanent object is to oppress him and cripple him.

I really hope that I can be helpful in that journey because I do believe that women deserve the same pay. We work just as hard as men do. I’ve been working, playing tennis, since I was three years old. And to be paid less just because of my sex – it doesn’t seem fair.

The trouble with fighting for human freedom is that one spends most of one’s time defending scoundrels. For it is against scoundrels that oppressive laws are first aimed, and oppression must be stopped at the beginning if it is to be stopped at all.

The people in Cuba, they know what I stand for, and there’s a lot of people in Cuba that stand for the same. But they can’t say it.

Men are not corrupted by the exercise of power or debased by the habit of obedience, but by the exercise of a power which they believe to be illegal and by obedience to a rule which they consider to be usurped and oppressive.

When fanatics are on top there is no limit to oppression.