I am different. And I don't understand exactly how. And I don't understand just why.

In my limited realm of experience, beginnings led to endings.

She's no longer afraid to die. What she's afraid of is living, accepting the status quo.

I know he wants to get serious. He's definitely not a player, not a poser, not a loser, not a user.

Love Is a curious thing. Sometimes it barrels into you, leaves you breathless. Other times, it comes in- to your life, a tentative beam of morning sun sneaking through the blinds, and you think this light isn't possible. The shutters are drawn. Night should linger on. I don't feel like waking. Yet the room comes slowly lit. Sleep slithers away, and at last you can no longer deny the dawning.

Freedom is a double-edged ideal, because true freedom comes without the protection of laws that also enslave us by defining us--female, male; Christian, Islamic; good, evil. All at the whim of a frail minority.

Love is more than blind. It’s brain-dead.