I thought I was so ugly for so long, and I wasted so much of my life on this dumb notion.

I punished myself and avoided my reflection in mirrors and any windows. I would see myself reflected back, and I would look away, trying to pretend I didn't exist, because I hated myself so much.

I think sex is really about the self, and really a self-reflection.

Often something that is in bad taste or considered to be in bad taste is something that's just very true but that people are unwilling to discuss or comment on.

strange, there's so much religion in the world, but only enough to make us fight over who is right, not enough to make us love one another.

The incognito of lower class employment is an effective cloak for any dagger one might wish to hide.

I think it is really sad that when people lose their homes they kind of lose their minds too.