We all walk in a land of dreams. For what are we but atoms and hope, a handful of stardust and sinew? We are weary travelers trying to find our way home on a road that never ends. Am I a part of your dream? or are you but a part of mine?

I hate high heels. Walking in high heels for eight hours a day should be forbidden by the Geneva Convention.

When I dream, I dream of him. For several nights now he’s come to me, waving from a distant shore as if he’s been waiting patiently for me to arrive. He doesn’t utter a word, but his smile says everything: I’ve missed you.

I've been poked and prodded in places I'd always prided myself on keeping untouched for that one special doctor who gives me a ring and a promise someday.

There is no greater power on this earth than story.

Tonight, she went into the woods, and I fear she shall live in the woods of my soul for the rest of my days.

I should never be left alone with my mind for too long.