The human heart was undeniably the stupidest organ in the body.

As pathetic as it was, she'd rather hold on to the possibility of something perfect than be hit with the reality of nothing much.

Love was more than blind. It was deaf and dumb, too. It was catatonic. It was vegetative.

Luck doesn't shine her light on each of us equally. She is arbitrary, irrational, unfair and sometimes downright cruel.

She figured if you weren't woman enough to carry your doughnuts with pride, you shouldn't be eating them.

Since I was a small child, I was always writing either poems or plays... plays in which I had the starring part.

But the way I see it, dying without knowing love would be a tragedy.