She will blaze through you like a gypsy wildfire. Igniting you soul and dancing in its flames. And when she is gone, the smell of her smoke will be the only thing left to soothe you.

I am a world of uncertainties disguised as a girl.

She is of the strangest beauty and the darkest courage, and when she walks with intent the earth trembles beneath her feet.

I have licked the fire and danced in the ashes of every bridge I ever burned. I fear no hell from you.

I kept you so well, buried beneath the darkest shame and stilled with filthy lies. Perhaps I should have dug deeper.

I promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.

Life is just a slide. Back and forth between loving and leaving, remembering and forgetting, holding on and letting go.

She will rise. With a spine of steel and a roar like thunder, she will rise.

I have never seen battles quite as terrifyingly beautiful as the ones I fight when my mind splinters and races, to swallow me into my own madness, again.

The deepest pain I ever felt was denying my own feelings to make everyone else comfortable.

They say she is too much to handle, but when the moon pulls the tide and the wolves howl her name, blessed are the ones who have been taken by her wild.

Truth is easier for a child to handle than evasiveness.

I like to think about machines and technology in relation to landscape and architecture.

You've got to know someone pretty well to hate them.

Discipline is like cabbage. We may not care for it ourselves, but feel sure it would be good for somebody else.

To see is to be decieved. To hear is to be lied to. To FEEL is to believe.

The only difference between a published and unpublished writer is a tolerance for imperfection.

If you are a member of the media, you belong to the public. You've made that Faustian bargain with your public. Take me – all of me – I'm yours.

I believe that the Right to Work issue is a perfectly appropriate one for Indiana to look at.

There are people in Congress who aren't very bright. In fact, some of them are just plain brain-dead.

With total strangers, it had always been my policy to expect the worst. Usually they-and those that you knew best, for that matter-did not disappoint.