Was it cruel if someone asked for it? Begged for it, even? She always begged. Even now, I could hear her whimpering for me. Christ, those noises she made. A one-way ticket to heaven.

My heart is a compass, and it always leads me back to you.

She made the beast rear its ugly head. Stirred fantasies in my mind I would have never otherwise entertained. Owning her wasn’t enough. Controlling her didn’t douse the inferno blazing inside me.

Even when she was on her knees- filled with my darkness- she was still shining bright. My Siren’s song, my exposed nerve. She lured me in and made me feel. And then she left me to perish.

Don’t deny me what’s mine, Brighton.

I’m not letting you go, baby girl. You need to accept that.

I’d single-handedly go to war and burn their whole organization to the ground before I ever let them harm what was mine. And there were no two ways about it- Brighton would always be mine.

When truth and honesty is absent in the nation, it relates not just to the politicians.

To me luxury is to be at home with my daughter, and the occasional massage doesn't hurt.

The only certain freedom's in departure.

When I was 15, my parents left town for a month. They hid the keys to the car, but I found them.

I think that rebellions arise out of anger, and they're very short-lived.

God is bigger than every issue you will ever have to face, and you can do whatever you need to do through Christ who strengthens you.

In the space between our bodies there is a cup holder filled with pennies a distance which can often take years to cross.

We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be.

At my age, if I make it up, it's still an old saying.

The most important ingredient we put into any relationship is not what we say or what we do, but what we are.