How sad it was to realize that sometimes you never got there. That sometimes you lived a whole life skittering across the surface as the years passed, unblessed.

She must have already forgiven him for leaving her behind. Girls were good at colouring in those disappointing blank spots. I thought of the night before, her exaggerated moans.

The man was bearing down on me. My hands were limp and wet. Please, I thought. Please. Who was I addressing? The man? God? Whoever handled these things.

I'd always liked her in a way I never had to think about, like the fact of my own hands.

Money is ego, and people won't give it up. Just want to protect themselves, hold onto it like a blanket. They don't realize it makes them slaves. It's sick.

The ways your desire could humiliate you.

How impotent my anger was, a surge with no place to land, and how familiar that was: my feelings strangled inside me, like little half-formed children, bitter and bristling.

I knew just being a girl in the world handicapped your ability to believe yourself. Feelings seemed completely unreliable, like faulty gibberish scraped from a Ouija board.

I paid bills and bought groceries and got my eyes checked while the days crumbled away like debris from a cliff face. Life a continuous backing away from the edge.

I took on the shape of a girl.

Pamela was beautiful, it was true, and I felt that submerged attraction to her that everyone felt for the beautiful.

I'm old, but I'm not good enough to be jaded.

At the beginning of our relationship, my heart pounded so loudly whenever Istood near him. He had an effect on me that no aspiring vicar should have on a young woman.

Ego=1/Knowledge" More the knowledge lesser the ego, lesser the knowledge more the ego.

There wasn't a time where I felt fearful that I couldn't make the best decisions possible.

We use the word 'organization' to mean both the state of being organized and the groups that do the organizing.

Portraiture keeps me humble. It's simple and straightforward. There is nothing more interesting I can make up than the figure sitting right in front of me.

There's nothing you can do about what social media is now or the internet. You just try to find other avenues to make yourself seen and heard.

My favorite thing about doing photo shoots is just being able to have fun, meeting new people, getting dressed up, and I just love doing it. So, I have a lot of fun.

Book reviews have never helped me. Most of them erred in their interpretations and their work has been a waste of time.

I poke around in the pile, about to settle on some cod chowder, when Peeta holds out a can to me. “Here.” I take it, not knowing what to expect. The label reads LAMB STEW.