“I never stopped writing about what was actually going on in my life. There’s nothing to hide.”

I’m interested in the gorgeous side of life, but also familiar with the dark side too.

No one compares to you, but there’s no you, except in my dreams tonight.

You do things so fast, you end up having so many different lifestyles all in one short time.

I have a great appreciation for our world’s history. I learn from my own mistakes, I learn from the mistakes we’ve made as a human race.

I only know how to do me, so that’s just what I’m going to do.

My idea of a true feminist is a woman who feels free enough to do whatever she wants.

Every time I close my eyes, it’s like a dark paradise.

I want to find someone who’s really magnetic but who isn’t going to do anything bad to me. It’s hard.

Sometimes I wish I was a beautiful machine so I could resist your kiss and not cry when you’re mean.

You fit me better than my favorite sweater.

I like a little hardcore love.

High heels off; I’m feeling alive.

I have a personal ambition to live my life honestly and honor the true love that I’ve had and also the people I’ve had around me.

I’m always just surprised when someone writes something about me.

I was filled with poison, but blessed with beauty and rage.

In the land of Gods and Monsters, I was an Angel living in the garden of Evil.

Like a flower, that hides from the sun and discovers it still grows and blooms, I am learning that I too, can survive the dark, without you.

But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.

The main question is not, how can we hide our wounds but how can we put our woundedness in service to others.

At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.

What if it’s boring – or if it’s not boring, it might be too revealing, or worse, it might be too revealing and still be boring.

People who worry about looking good typically hide what they don’t know and hide their weaknesses, so they never learn how to properly deal with them and these weaknesses remain impediments in the future.

Trust that the treasure we look for is hidden in the ground on which we stand.

Indigo child, you hid secret under graves, picked at the lamb stuck between teeth, felt around for monsters we once reaped. But the monster turned out to be free.