Torch every book. Burn every page. Char every word to ash. Ideas are incombustible. And therein lies your real fear.

The monster likes to talk; he jumps into your head and opens your mouth, making it spout your deepest darkest deceptions. Making you say all the things you'd rather not say, at least not in mixed company." (Ellen Hopkins)

The truth is, I've always been afraid of letting anyone get too close. I built a wall around me, a barricade to hide behind those few times someone wanted entry to my heart.

When the door to love opens, The window to control closes.

Eventually, it becomes a matter of scale. When the good outweighs the bad, you stay. When the bad is the only thing you notice anymore, you think about your future, or what's left of it, consider options.

Might as Well Laugh ...remember ...when ...Life ...made ...sense

I wanted to meet the monster. Why go down if you can go up?