When I write I am the real me.
There are depths to the human soul that should not be fathomed.
When I wrote, I felt better, as if I had remade the world all of a piece, the way I wanted it to be, not the way it was.
Sometimes it takes courage to leave.
No one is a virgin, because life has screwed us all.
When a woman's face is wrinkled And her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday! Aside she's cast, No one respect will pay; Remember, Lasses, remember. And while the sun shines make hay: You must not expect in December, The flowers you gathered in May.