I try to leave some space in my mind for things to surprise me or change my mind, I think that's important.

The fire, the fire. It rages within, a campfire and then an inferno, and my body is its fuel. I feel it racing through me, eating away at the weight. There is nothing that can kill me now; I am powerful and invincible and eternal.

Everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.

Why do you say vague things if you don't want to be asked about them?

That's what love does. When it's right, it makes you more than you were, more than you thought you could be.

It would be nice if life worked this way, stripping the dirt from our lives and sending us back out into the world clean. But some dirt is destined to lingered.

Everyone has to blame something for the way the world is.