Every week I read about myself in a magazine, about something that I haven't done or some place that I've never been or don't even know. It's just gossip, rumors, egos, and politics.

I'd seen Sage bleed. I'd made Sage bleed. Not that it hurt him any; he healed so quickly...In smaller doses it has incredible healing powers. Ben's voice rang out in my head. I remembered he said that earlier, about...the Elixir of Life.The crackpot, completely bogus, absolutely insane Elixir of Life.Did it actually exist? Had Sage had some? Enough to keep him alive, young, and speed-healing for the last five hundred years?And if so, had he used that time to find one woman, again and again in different incarnations, to love her...or destroy her?

Weird, but sometimes I feel more like my cartoon character than I do Lizzie because she's a little more edgy and snappy.

This was real. And it was me. I had lived that life, and I had died that death. I was staring at the very end of me.

I never feel like I conquered the day and did everything I possibly should have, could have, would have.

That is what I think about women: We can do so much and take care of so much that we put a lot of pressure on ourselves to fully get it all handled.

It's not attractive when girls get super skinny. Guys don't like it. Gils don't like you as much. You lose some happiness when that's all you think about.