You cannot dispute the ridiculous. You cannot argue reasonably with evil.

Feel lucky for what you have when you have it. Isn't that the point? Happily ever after doesn't mean happy forever.

I have crossed over to a place where I never thought I’d be. I am someone I would have never imagined. A secret. A dream. I am this, body and soul. Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am.

...but now the worst crime was pretending to be something you were not.

You cannot dispute the ridiculous. You cannot argue reasonably with evil.

Weapons are kept from women, but such a naming suggests that perhaps men fear our talents in war as well as our desire for peace.

What else is there to write about than love and loss?