Maybe that's what I needed. Another tattoo. Some pain on the outside to ease the pain on the inside.

When I opened the door, Andrew was standing there like a remedy for heart palpitations. Or maybe he made them worse. It was hard to tell.

My tattoos, like most people's, were reminders, badges of personal experiences. Yes, I might wear them on my skin for the world to see, but their meaning was a little too personal.

I'm surprised I could actually talk with how much I was grinning.

I think you're something wonderful.

You can't help it. An artist's duty, as far as I'm concerned, is to reflect the times.

A lily-girl, not made for this world’s pain.

Hate is a strong emotion. Much more stronger than indifference. But those who burn with hate can also love just as intensely.

don’t order me around like that unless it involves a safe word and a couple of interesting toys.

the tea-hour is the hour of peace ... strife is lost in the hissing of the kettle - a tranquilizing sound, second only to the purring of a cat.

Table your mistakes, learn from them, then move on.

the most elementary experience of life proves that the effects of compulsion last exactly as long as the physical or moral club can be applied.

The dignity of labor depends not on what you do, but how you do it.

I don't want to go about offending people, that's not my plan.

It's not how you pick your nose, it's where you put that booger that counts.