You are so intense. Like a storm. It's shocking how intense you are.

In order to have bliss you have to be able to accept all the parts of the other, all the wildness and the darkness. You have to be able to hold on.

She wished she had a little yellow house of her own, with a flower box full of real flowers and herbs – pansies and rosemary – and a sweet lover who would swing dance with her in the evenings and cook pasta and read poetry aloud.

Love is a dangerous angel.

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.

I try to see the dark and light in everything. This is my way of comforting myself when I am dealing with those emotions.

I dont know about happily ever after... but I know about happily, Weetzie Bat thought.