Maybe that is what marriage is: Two people creating a cult together.

When we are no longer capable of love, we are no longer alive.

One is but a shade of the other.

I taught myself to write in order to understand who I was and so yes, writing was an act of self-actualization in the beginning.

Stories of a mythical angel paradise called an Angelopolis are like Peter Pan's Never Never Land.

I was fifteen then, too young to fall in-love. Or maybe it is only then, with dew of childhood still in my eyes, that I was capable of such love. I will never know, of course.

But, most important, we must not become as base and treacherous as our enemies.