I disconnect the telephone to keep the outside world in it's correct place.

Any time some well-meaning person forces you to demonstrate you have no talent and rubs your nose in the fact you're a failure at the only dream you ever had, take another drink.

To hell with housework, our top priority has always been between our legs.

A child who is disillusioned abruptly, by his peers or siblings, being ridiculed for his faith and imagination, may choose never to believe in anything- tangible or intangible- again. To never trust or wonder.

The world will always punish the few people with special talents the rest of us don’t recognize as real.

I'm living the life I love, I tell myself, and loving the life I live. I tell myself: I deserved this. This is exactly what I wanted.

Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?