Kill me, or you are a murderer.
Woman, or more precisely put, perhaps, marriage, is the representative of life with which you are meant to come to terms.
We all have wings, but they have not been of any avail to us and if we could tear them off, we would do so.
It receives you when you come and dismisses you when you go.
In argument similes are like songs in love; they describe much, but prove nothing.
The person I am in the company of my sisters has been entirely different from the person I am in the company of other people. Fearless, powerful, surprising, moved as I otherwise am only when I write.