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.

In a world of sorrow, love was an act of will. All you needed were the right ingredients.

Another world must surely exist somewhere one where she would be known in some deep way that was far beyond words.

It was a great escape for me and it was a way to take a break from what was going on in my own world, to go into another world.

Still anyone who trusts a serpent deserves its bite. The wise see a creature for what it is, not what it says it may be.

Real love, after all, was worth the price you paid, however briefly it might last.

I don't really read as much as I used to. A lot of what I was looking for as an escape I find in writing. And the other thing is that I don't want to get into someone else's language when I'm working