Fantasizing about an Italian hottie was far better than my normal dreams.

I nodded, pretending to be a hundred times more courageous than I felt.But that was the thing about courage. Sometimes you had to fake it to feel it.

We all have freedom of choice. Over and over again, minute by minute. How will you live your life? For yourself Or for others? For something good? For love?

fortes fortuna adiuvat, " Marcello had said to his men. Fortune favors the brave, the bold.

Don't let the man bring you down.

I fell into the water with a large splash and sunk like a stone. My feet guided the way as I drifted further into the murky depths. Down. Down. Down.

It is the thinnest lines that define us.

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of being well-preserved, but to skid sideways, chocolate in one hand, wine in the other, still screaming, 'Whoo what a ride!

And now, I have another good reason to speed up my baby narratives to make my author's profile appear more respectable.

I don't drive. No. Cars terrify me. I am really frightened of cars.

We leave traces of ourselves wherever we go, on whatever we touch.

Stars burn clear all night till dawn. Do that yourself, and a spring will rise in the dark with water your deepest thirst is for.

Seeking support from friends and and family is like having people gathered around at your deathbed. It's nice, but when the ship sails, all they can do is stand on the dock waving goodbye.

It was my father who could do no wrong. So I didn't think of it as, oh, look, my father's a violent man.