It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul.

I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon.

Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable.

I'm a modern mountebank - I believe in Physiognomy - after all, we are in control of our face - it's the map of where we've been.

Some people won't even own a dog for fear it will die - you can't bubble-wrap your heart.

Each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way.

Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond: Not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed.