Be kind. Always if you have a choice, be kind.

I feel like an outsider, and I always will feel like one. I've always felt that I wasn't a member of any particular group.

To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner.

In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. I walked the streets, savoring that long lost perfume.

If I am an angel, paint me with black wings.

A starving child is a frightful sight. A starving vampire, even worse.

Because I show you my pain, I do not of necessity love you.