The things that come to us easily, our propensities, are carried on a deep subconscious level into our next life. There are no coincidences.

Our identities are as fluid as our personal experiences are diverse.

If Aphrodite chills at home in Cyprus for most of the year, then Fez must be the goddess’s playground

Women destroy me. I allow them to.

I remember feeling that pieces of me were scattered around the world; I belonged to her, Mother Earth.

The hospital room was as cold as dead skin, the hallway crowded with lost souls and reeking of illness.

There are things in our blood that are just naturally passed down to us, whether we want to recognize them or not.