Pain can give you sight or make you blind.

I want to be untouchable and beautiful and completely dead inside.

We no longer believe in fairy tales. But we will learn to believe in monsters

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

I think depression creates in me an urgent need to write, but I also believe that daily stress, and even the positive stress of intense happiness, can compel me to express myself through the written word.

Find the goddess inside yourself instead of looking for the god in someone else.

I wrote poetry from the time I could write. That was the only way I could begin to express who I was but the poems didn't make sense to my teachers. They didn't rhyme. They were about the wind sounds, the planets' motions, never about who I was or how I felt. I didn't think I felt anything. I was this mind more than a body or a heart. My mind photographing the stars, hearing the wind.