I write to make sense of things that dont make sense to me.

I'm not a girl anymore, I'm a woman and my heart beats like prizefighter's fists, and I have not stopped yet, I will not stop.

Someone Should Write Me a Love Poem but I'm Stuck Doing It Myself

Love - at least the pair-bonded, prescribed love - does not conquer all.

That's point of writing: building what you need, right?

I think that hope is the act of continuing in the face of the truth.

There is nothing going on. I took nothing you wanted. You can't have it back.

There is nothinggoing on. I took nothingyou wanted. You can'thave it back.

Economics is extremely useful as a form of employment for economists.

My daughter asked me what it’s like to have children… So I followed her to the washroom every time she went and asked her questions through the door until she lost her S#!T…

A monster is a person who has stopped pretending.

Rocks and waters, etc., are words of God, and so are men. We all flow from one fountain Soul. All are expressions of one Love.

She said, "You're a warrior. So how do you kill without rage?" "In compassion. Because of necessity." Hrahima set the empty water bowl back in Samarkar's hands. "The same way you carry water.

The trick is to age honestly and gracefully and make it look great, so that everyone looks forward to it.

And how do you know that you're mad?

In our sad condition our only consolation is the expectancy of another life. Here below all is incomprehensible.

There's something depressing about a young couple helplessly in love. Their state is so perfect, it must be doomed. They project such qualities on their lover that only disappointment can follow.

I am trying so very hard to stay in the moment despite the ferocity of my ambition.