After his kisses and hugs it feels like without them my body will fall apart into pieces.

I'll be inside the one who holds you. And then I won't be.

The most Beautiful people are the ones that don't look like one race or even one sex.

She pushed the gardener away and called for them. In her sleep she had seen love. It was poisoning. It was possessing. Devouring. Or it was seven pairs of boots climbing up the stairs to find her.

She began to feel like the plastic doll she had been named after, without even a hole where her mouth was supposed to be.

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

Under the pink Harlequin sunglasses strawberry dangling charms, and sugar-frosted eyeshadow she was really almost beautiful.