If you want to talk about something new, you have to make up a new kind of language.

Everybody thinks I'm this delicate little girl. But you can't tell a book by it's cover.' To which she added a momentary smile.

When I open them, most of the books have the smell of an earlier time leaking out between the pages - a special odor of the knowledge and emotions that for ages have been calmly resting between the covers. Breathing it in, I glance through a few pages before returning each book to its shelf.

But intolerant,narrow minds with no imagination are like parasites that transform the host,change form,and continue to thrive. They're a lost cause, and I don't want anyone like that coming in here.

He does not exist here, with me, but flesh that does not exist will never die, and promises unmade are never broken.

Things may look different to you than they did before. I've had that experience myself. But don't let appearances fool you. There's only one reality.

Possibilities are like cancer. The more I think about them, the more they multiply, and there's no way to stop them. I'm out of control.