It's one thing to keep secrets. It's quite another to lie.

I've confessed to everything and I's liked to be hanged. Now, if you please

I hated myself, but I also loved myself in a hateful way.

A girl can have the face of an angel but have a horrid sort of heart.

A poem doesn’t come out and tell you what it has to say. It circles back on itself, eating its own tail and making you guess what it means.

I’m not really the sacrificing type.

Eavesdropping is such a regular-person activity.