Why does shame and self-loathing become cruelty to the innocent ?

We shall live even in this state of living death, we shall love, we shall feel, we shall defy all who would judge and destroy us.

Suppose death had a heart to love and to release you, to whom would he turn this passion, would you chose a person from the crowd there. A person to suffer as you suffer.

I'm usually working on my own mythology, my own realm of created characters. Stories in mythology inspire me, though I may not be conscious of it.

Life itself must be founded upon the infinite possibility for choice and accident. And if we cannot prove that it is, we must believe that it is. We must believe that we can change, that we can control, that we can direct our own destinies.

The truth is most women are weak, be they mortal or immortal. But when they are strong, they are absolutely unpredictable.

Don't let the old story repeat itself now. Arm yourself with all that's happened.