I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn’t do at all.

I laid my face to the smooth face of the marble and howled my loss into the cold salt rain.

Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air.

I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.

O heart, such disorganization!

I want to be silverly beautiful.

Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls.