It's all in her walk, a cartoon swagger. Part Jayne Mansfield, part Muhammad Ali. Men never know if it's an invitation upstairs or an invitation outside.

Everyone asks about how I'll feel about the tattoos and scars in thirty years. I always say: "I'll like them." I've always loved damaged monuments, in architecture and in humans.

Time heals all wounds. And if it doesn't, you name them something other than wounds and agree to let them stay.

But I saw the pain and sadness in everything, and swirled it round my mouth like a fine wine.

I'm in love with someone good and kind and gentle, and he's seen the darkness too, but somehow we've become each other's light.

He was only twenty-five.He was young enough to miss his youth just as it was slipping away. The worst kind of loss-the one that is happening as you feel it.

If killing yourself is not an option anymore, you have to sink into the darkness instead, and make something out of it.

We intersect. He says he thanks every star that we existed on the same celestial plain. But here we are on earth, dirty, well used, a man-made throughway for intersecting dreams.

I'm not crazy or dangerous, just a bit eccentric and lonely.

When he kisses me, I cry. I explain it's not because I wish he were someone else, it's because it's such a shock to the system to be desired after feeling so completely abandoned.

No one ever loved you like him. And no one ever took it away so completely. But it's here. Look around.

Ah, mate. My soul loves yours. It does. But this lifetime, my body won’t get on board.

In the vast reaches of the dry, cold night, thousands of stars were constantly appearing, and their sparkling icicles, loosened at once, began to slip gradually toward the horizon.

Experience teaches us that when "everyone" comes to the same conclusion, that conclusion is just about always wrong.

As we contemplate with reverence and awe how our Savior embraces us, comforts us, and heals us, let us commit to become His hands, that others through us may feel His loving embrace.

It always hurts when you lose a secret.

There are no limits, and that applies to everyone on earth.

There is a 'sanctity' involved with bringing a child into this world: it is better than bombing one out of it.

Insofar as Zionism sought to solve the Jewish question, it must be reckoned not just a failure but a catastrophe: Israel is the main cause of anti-Semitism in the world today.

Ive been playing swing chords for a long time.

They say that there can never be two snowflakes that are exactly alike, but has anyone checked lately?