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

But death doesn't scare me. To know exactly when I might expect it, up close and in my face, would actually be a comfort. Because to tell the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape.

Loss is loss. Doesn't take death to create it.

I mean, who wants to trudge through life, doing everything just right? Taking no chances means wasting your dreams.

Falling in love with someone is the surest highway to hurt that I know. When the door to love opens, the window to control closes.

Either way, you are in charge. Jealousy works against you. It takes control away from you, hands it over to the opposition. Maintain control.

Love without trust is nothing more than infatuation.