One discovers that destiny can be diverted, that one does not have to remain in bondage to the first wax imprint made on childhood sensibilities. Once the deforming mirror has been smashed, there is a possibility of wholeness. There is a possibility of joy.

Good things happen to those who hustle.

Write. Write until it stops hurting.

I reserve the right to love many different people at once, and to change my prince often.

Art is the method of levitation, in order to separate one's self from enslavement by the earth.

You don't find love, it finds you. It's got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what's written in the stars.

What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?