the free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.

the impossibility of being human all too human this breathing in and out out and in these punks these cowards these champions these mad dogs of glory moving this little bit of light toward us impossibly.

Love is a form of prejudice. I have too many other prejudices.

Don’t do it. Don’t love me.

There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.

this time has finished me.

Of course, there would always be arguments. That is the nature of Woman. They like the mutual exchange of dirty laundry, a bit of screaming, a bit of dramatics. Then an exchange of vows.