We fear monsters because we fear the dark parts of ourselves.

When I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears.

You think so logically... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth.

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.

The religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky.

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.

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