Oh tell me again how you are saving me.Oh tell me again how you are leaving me.Take care, sweetheart. Play fair, sweetheart.Living different lives in empty beds.

You fear no inferno when you are born amidst flames.It’s another flesh wound, another lasting burn.Carry them with you.

My sister wrote letters to the dead and hid them in her bedroom drawers.I wrote imaginary letters in my head to living.

I’m dancing on land mines across your chest.Hoping high hopes I’ll trigger some

The new year stands before us, like a chapter in a book, waiting to be written. We can help write that story by setting goals.

I think that when you become a mom... you don't really worry about the small stuff. I'm just way more centered. It makes you focus even more on what your goals are in life.

England is obsessed with where you came from, and they are determined to keep you in that place, be it in a drawing room or in the gutter.

May good fortune be your constant companion.

From my mother, a rock, / I have learned that rocks give / most of all.

You have to go, but I have to stay.

I love the sound of Elmore James, the sound early guitarists like him got just by using minimal means.

Statistics show that teen pregnancy drops off significantly after age 2

Now all the knowledge and wisdom that is in creatures, whether angels or men, is nothing else but a participation of that one eternal, immutable and increased wisdom of God.

It is significant that people who refuse to tell their children fairytales do not fear that the children will believe in princes and princesses, but that they will believe in witches and bogeys.