What would it be like to look in the mirror and actually accept what you see? Not loathe the reflection, or despise it, or be resigned to it? But to like it?

When the creative impulse sweeps over you, grab it. You grab it and honor it and use it, because momentum is a rare gift.

He knew me in all the ways that truly mattered: the shape of my fears, the contours of my dreams.

You know, sometimes the most direct route isn't the right one. - Jacob

But even quashed rebellions leave us different. Because freedom may be a forbidden fruit in tyrannies, but once tasted, it is unforgettable.

Wait!" What?" I lowered my cup hastily, wondering if maybe there was a stray hair, or worse, a newly boiled bug inside my cup. You got to smell it first. It's the proper way to cup coffee." Cup coffee?" Taste it." What? Are you the coffee police or something?

Safe, I decided, didn't leave much room for fun.