I hug him tightly. “I can’t imagine my life without you, Christian. I love you so much it frightens me.” “Me, too, ” he breathes. “My life would be empty without you. I love you so much.

Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.

I cannot be with someone who takes pleasure in inflicting pain on me, someone who can’t love me.

You really have to let me fight my own battles. You can't constantly second-guess me and try to protect me. It's stifling.

until the stone becomes soft, it cannot attach itself to the wall.

He seemed to believe that indignation was a sufficient guardian.

My writing day has grown shorter as I've aged, although it seems to produce the same number of pages.

God created people in technicolor. God has never made a difference between black, white, blue, green or pink

We have contact with alien cultures.

I like to look glamorous sometimes, but its not the be all and end all. I can muck in as well.

Puppy presents on the rug. This sucked.

My Yoga practice is number one, straight physical exercises are number two, and when I can do neither, I focus on the breath. Make sure I drink enough water and get enough sleep.

Even if you do make tons of new friends,” I told him, “try not to forget where you came from, okay?

I look down at our linked fingers as I loosen my grasp, but he regains his grip on me. “No, don’t let go of me,” he says.