And somewhere in that crimson-colored never-never land where i pirouetted madly, in a wild and crazy effort to exhaust myself into insensibility, i saw that man, shadowy and distant, half-hidden behind towering white columns that rose clear up to a purple sky. In a passionate pas de deux he danced with me, forever apart, no matter how hard i sought to draw nearer and leap into his arms, where i could feel them protective about me, supporting me ... and with him i'd find, at last, a safe place to live and love.

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

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

You can trust a few some of the time, and most none of the time. Feel lucky if you have even one to trust all of the time.

The creative genius begins in the idle moment, dreaming up the impossible, and later making it come true.

Time doesn't heal scars as most people commonly think. It simply makes them firmer, stiffer. One must accept it and not hope to mend and return to what he or she once was.

Promises are lies wrapped in pretty ribbons -Cinnamon