You asked me once if I would still love you when your lips were puckered with age and your eyes were faded. I can assure you that I will still love you when I have only the strength (and the scant teeth) left to gum those puckered lips. I shall love you when your bones are sharp enough to pierce my fragile flesh. I shall love you when the light in my own eyes fades for good and yours is the last sweet face I see. Because I am and ever shall be.

To me you are stardust sprinkled across a night sky, forever in my dreams, but out of my reach.

Love does nothing but make you weak! It turns you into an object of pity and derision-a mewling pathetic creature no more fit to live than a worm squirming on the pavement after a hard summer rain.

A true friend never asks you to feed their imaginary fish. Or fertilize their imaginary crops.

He buried his hands in the rich velvet of her hair. “I thought I’d die for wanting you.

As all-consuming as a young girl's fancies were ... a woman's desires could be twice as dangerous.

We're all haunted in one way or another, are we not? If not by spirits, then by our own demons and regrets.