Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound.

I wish I could tell him I understand: the higher you raise your hopes, the farther you have to fall.

The first time she kissed me, I truly thought I'd had an aneurysm - my pulse was thundering so loud and my senses were exploding. This, I remember thinking, the only word I could hold on to in a sea of feelings.

Infatuation's just another word for not seeing clearly. When you start to love a person- that's when they become real

Many trees have died so that the Catholic Church can preach against homosexuality.

No matter who you are, there is always some part of you that wishes you were someone else, and when, for a millisecond, you get that wish, it's a miracle.

If history has a habit of repeating itself, doesn't someone have to stay behind to shout out a warning?