Everyone’s searching for someone to end the pain of loneliness. Even the darkest of souls wants a shot at redemption.

Once upon a time, he might’ve chased her and tumbled her in the sheets with the promise of more in the future.

Ice upon ice, and yet, inside, she melted and mourned all the same.

She would never forget how his soul was lonely as the moon they’d met under, and how, for several brief moments, she’d been able to chase the loneliness away.

Truth be told, loneliness had seeped into her bones with the passing of time until it had become her normal way of life.

Like a firework, a person’s life flashed brightest right before expiration.

No monster would hold the hurt I see in your eyes or carry the guilt you do every day.

The shadows along the streets were personal, and, every passing day, they seemed to grow longer and hungrier

The water glittered under the moon’s careful watch, and, in the distance, steeples cut stark black silhouettes into the landscape of the distant city.

While the club-kid lifestyle might’ve once appealed to him, after he discovered even drugs wouldn’t dull his sharpened reality, he went into each round cold.

Especially as I was an old friend, or at least I was a person she had known for a long time, which after a certain point is almost the same thing...

Home ownership is the cornerstone of a strong community.

If your life were a book, and you were the author, how would you want your story to go?

This is the holy reasoning of love; it draws no license from grace, but rather feels the strong constraints of gratitude leading it to holiness.

Quite simply it is love. It is the unconditional love that says, regardless of what you do or where you go, I will always be there for you.

Theres plenty of great independent films to do, but you cant support yourself making independent film as an actress.

What if someone picks on me?" I asked Then I'll pick on them". What if someone picks my nose?" I asked. The I'll pick your nose, too" Rowdy said.

Perhaps we all give the best of our hearts uncritically--to those who hardly think about us in return.

Activism, to me, I don't know if it really works. It may work for somebody else, but it does not work for me.

I worked at the American Conservatory Theater in San Francisco, lived there for three years, and lived in Baltimore for 12 years.