“We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.”

If the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows.

The constant struggle in mature life, I think, is to accept the necessity of tragedy and conflict, and not to try to escape to some falsely simple solution which does not include these more somber complexities.

I am too pure for you or anyone.

One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.

I feel terribly vulnerable and ‘not-myself’ when I’m not writing.

The sheets grow heavy as a lecher’s kiss.

My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.

I am not cruel, only truthful.

I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still.

I talk to God but the sky is empty.

Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.

Compared with me, a tree is immortal.

I dream too much, work too little.

I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.

Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.

The most beautiful things in life are the simplest: people, conversation, connection, fresh air, & flowers.

Sometimes you need to get away to get a literal breath of fresh air physically & mentally.

She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.

The air soft as that of Seville in April, and so fragrant that it was delicious to breathe it.

Don’t miss this opportunity to make money out of thin air.

Fire lives in the death of earth, air lives in the death of fire, water lives in the death of air, and earth in the death of water.

Nature has given woman the same powers, and subjected her to the same earth, breathes the same air, subsists on the same food, physical, moral, mental and spiritual. She has, therefore, an equal right with man, in all efforts to obtain and maintain a perfect existence.

It is easy to go down into Hell but to climb back again, to retrace one’s steps to the upper air – there’s the rub.