love, is an unnatural attachment to another living thing. it's the root cause of most personal problems people have.

Love, how often that word came up in books over and over again. If you had wealth and health, and beauty and talent...you had nothing if you didn't have love. Love changed all that was ordinary into something giddy, powerful, drunken, enchanted.

After it's all over, the early childhood, a chain of birthdays woven with candlelight, piles of presents, voices of relatives singing and praising your promise and future, after the years of schooling, fitting yourself into different size desks, memorizing, reciting, reporting, and performing for jury after jury of teachers, counselors, and administrators, you still feel inadequate, alone, vulnerable, and naked in a world that can be unforgiving and terribly demanding.

Promises are lies wrapped in pretty ribbons -Cinnamon

Only someone who had cried a great deal understands why someone else wants to stop the tears.

We lived in the attic, Christopher, Cory, Carrie, and me, Now there are only three.

Beauty thinks it needs no talent and can feed on itself, so it soon dies.