Now my music is kind of pop-rock, right? If I'm 25 and singing still, I don't want to be singing music like that.

I know I can handle dramatic roles, but I don't think I should have to play a young mother on crack to prove it.

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

Id rather be seen the way I am now instead of falling over myself walking out of a club.

It was moving, but so absurd that I nearly laughed out loud. I imagined a new line of Hallmark cards: "Thank you for not killing my boyfriend, even if it risks killing you.

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?

I went far and now I see that the only one I needed was me.