Women are delicate creatures. Fragile. Gentle. Made by God to be sheltered from the harshness of this world.. Morgan MacDonnell

Princess,” he whispered against her ear. “My beautiful, beautiful princess. I want to spoil you. Pamper you. Indulge you.

Alone.'Twas her destiny to be ever surrounded by others, yet ever alone.

Twitter is the perpetual cocktail party where everyone is talking at once but nobody is saying anything.

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

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

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.