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

Some loves come with an expiration date, like all things that are perishable this kind of loves rot.

I lost a God once.

And what if there are things inside you that are much too difficult to love and you wished you were someone else instead?

Softer memories once lived there. Where there is now burning. Where there is now blood.

You have never forgotten how home was more than just a language you grew inside your mouth before you said it in a way your tongue bled.

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.

I’m after a snake and please God I’ll scotch it.

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!