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

Once upon a time . . . What time are we upon and where do I belong?

I dreamed you were standing in this dark place and you touched these dead flowers and they lit up like they were electric or something. Electric lilies. Lighting up the Valley.

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

If Death is your father, you don't ever have to worry about what part of his body the disease will strike next. If Death is your lover, you don't have to be afraid that he will ever leave you.

What shall we do, all of us? All of us oassionate girls who fear crushing the boys we love with our mouths like caverns of teeth, our mushrooming brains, our watermelon hearts?

You're meant to have whatever your heart desires. Whatever your heart wants that much is already a part of you.