I am going to hurt you.You are going to hurt me.But we will do it with practiced fingersand passionate mouthsand I swear to godit will be worth something.

every dream I have about kissing you ends with blood on my hands.

so the poem hurt you.it was supposed to.

The poet lusts after emotionally unavailable people because she doesn't have to worry about commitment. The poet desperately wants commitment.

I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.

There are no bees on the moon

I made a circle with a smile for a mouth on yellow paper, because it was sunshiny and bright.

She was fluent in four languages and yet her fists against the rusted hood were the fullest articulation of her defeat.

If the frontline people do count, you couldn't prove it by examining the reward systems in most organizations.

I take all of my life lessons, which some people might call 'mistakes,' and apply them to my future so that I keep growing.

...maybe it was better to break a man's leg than to break his heart.

I'm an alcoholic, recovering. And I used to smoke cigarettes, and I was a philanderer and I, wouldn't call myself good.

There, that's better. Now you look like the wild scrub that fell into my life." "Because you loosened the vent's screws." "Best. Decision. Ever.

I want to try and work in different genres with different types of actors, on small movies and big movies.