I walk out the door with a heavy feeling in my heart as another secret falls on top of it.

I don't believe that. I don't believe that there are bad things about you. Only things that you think are bad.

No one has ever needed me before because I’ve never let anyone that far in.

I take my time because I love how it feels to carry her, the way she needs me, the way I need to protect her.

There are no accusations with writing, no judgment, no shame, only freedom.

I just let the pain take over, allowing it to numb the pain of being left behind.

Be Practical." That's probably the most stupid piece of advice I've ever received in my life.

My unhealthy affection for my second daughter has waned. Now I despise all my seven children equally.

I do not seek the good of others as a sanction for my right to exist, nor do I recognize the good of others as a justification for their seizure of my property or their destruction of my life.

Usually, about two years of work go into each illusion, whether it's big or small. Two years of work on each five-minute piece.

Places remember events.

The more I see of the world, the more am i dissatisfied with it; and everyday confirms my belief of the inconsistencies of all human.

Truth hurts. But lies can kill.

My job is to make images and leave the decision-making and conclusion-draw ing to other people.

Not believing in something doesn't make it not exist.

Mark my words, nothing smells worse than burned scorpion.