You are in my blood. I cant help it. We can't be anywhere except together

Flowers are reincarnation. They come out of the earth of our ashes. Nothing else looks so soul-like.

Think of your pain like a bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.

At least the girls in stories were alive before they died.

I believe we recover from loss by facing the loss, grieving, going deep inside ourselves (hopefully with a guide) and re-emerging to live and love again.

Everything was fine, but Weetzie wanted a baby. “How could you want one?” My Secret Agent Lover Man said. “There are way too many babies. And diseases. And nuclear accidents. And crazy psychos. We cant have a baby,” he said.

I am constantly thinking ahead to what I want to write about in the future, and when I'm done with one project, I give myself a little time and then start the next one.