Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched.

When you're a little kid, you are small, your life is small - and you're terrifically aware of that. But when you read, you can ride Arabian horses across the desert, you can be a dogsledder.

Love could never bloom in a concrete block room.

Don't hoard the past. Don't cherish anything. Burn it. The artist is the phoenix who burns to emerge.

Isn't it funny.I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than i ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.

Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched.

A cliche is everything you've ever heard of.