Whenever I'm with my mother, I feel as though I have to spend the whole time avoiding land mines.

You see what power is holding someone else's fear in your hand and showing it to them.

So sad! This is the saddest part when you lose someone you love- that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost?

I felt foolish and tired, as if I had been running to escape someone chasing me, only to look behind to discover there was no one there.

When you lose your face..., it is like dropping your necklace down a well. The only way you can get it back is to fall in after it.

It is because I had so much joy that I came to have so much hate.

You can never be an artist if your work comes without effort. That is the problem with modernink from a bottle. You do not have to think. You simply write what is swimming on the top of your brain. And the top is nothing but pond scum, dead leaves, and mosquito spawn.