I wasn't sent here to find angels! I wasn't sent here to dream of them. I wasn't sent here to hear them sing! I was sent here to be alive. To breathe and sweat and thirst and sometimes cry.
Anne RiceWhat does all this mean finally, I kept asking like a college kid. Why does it make me want to cry? Maybe itโs that we are all outsiders, we are all making our own unusual way through a wilderness of normality that is just a myth.
Anne Rice