When I wake from my nightmaresI’m more afraid of the breath in my lungs than whatever might be chasing me.

It’s voyeuristic the way you searchfor answers in these cries for help, and how you see Death’s fingersbut always think they’re paintbrushes.

I felt happier yesterday. I do not feel happy today – I feelabandoned and godless and brokenin a church built for the damnedwith artificial light through stained glassand warped wooden doors.

I want her sinful arms wrapped around me, bloodied and angry and triumphant in shame.

You have constellationsgrowing under your skin.starlight in the blood spilledwhen they stole your feathers

In my mind he is a demon and a godand I blame him, I blame him, I blame himfor the world I created on my ownas much as the one he built around me.

You brothers-such a nest of rivalries. I warned him to make you sisters, that it would make things more civilized. He thought I was joking, I wasn't." - Malcador

Through all the challenges life may throw at us

Hearty laughter is a good way to jog internally without having to go outdoors.

I'm still trying to express my truth, my place in the world, my belief.

Committees do harm merely by existing.

The wise legislator will only rarely initiate a new rule of behaviour; more usually he will confine himself to affirming in law what has already become the custom of the people.

I wish you wusses would stop whining about your unhappiness. I'm really fed up with it. Pour yourself a scotch and pull yourself together. Go out and shoot something!

inside us, a flower taken whole, a field built inside.

Immersing oneself in the problems of a book is a good way to keep from thinking of love.

A 'multicultural society' is a logical and physical impossibility.