What’s the point of being a hero when everyone thinks you’re a villain?

God is love,” she said. “And he respects love, whether it’s between a parents, and child, a man and woman, or friends. I don’t think he cares about religion one little bit. Live your life...

Aloneeverything changes.Some might call it distorted realitybut it’s exactly the place I need to be.

We kissed for aboutthe thousandth time,No promises,no demands,Just solid rebuildingof shattered trust.

…Things happenedwhen you were little. Things youdon’t remember now, and don’t wantto. But they need to escape,need to worm their way outof that dark place in your brainwhere you keep them stashed.

I felt so fine I didn’t once overanalyze the perfect emotion, budding inside. The one I’d always feared most.

She’s no longer afraid to die. What she’s afraid of is living, accepting the status quo.

I think it’s easyto confuse love with other things.Lust, for one. Need, for another

Home…Home….the word,…has…no…meaning

Does wanting to die equal losing your mind?

Forever has no meaning when you’re living in the moment.

I’d sleep outside naked in the blizzard,for you.

Her halo was never gold, or it couldn’t have rusted so completely.

One kiss, I was totally hooked.

The problem with falling in love is falling back out of it again, usually because you’ve fallen in love with a lie. That happens as often as not.

Forgiveness isn’t my best thing.Easier staying pissed. But I’mtired of being pissed all the time.Tired of feeling hurt by stuff thatcan never be fixed because it isan indelible part of the past.

But Hey, Guess What Crazy means I’m not liablefor my actions. So screw it, I’ll go home, propped up on Prozac against distractions

Once…Why…lie?…when…truth is…the easier path

I felt angry, frustrated.I felt I didn’t belong, not in my,church, not in my home, not in my skin.

But, though I was very much in lust with him, I knew from the start we were nothing like “forever.” Maybe because forever is such a scary place.

Did you ever, when you were little, endure your parents’ warnings, then wait for them to leave the room, pry loose protective covers and consider inserting some metal object into an electrical outlet? Did you...

Some peopleAre worthy of a bullet straightto the heart because that is wherecruelty evolves into evil.Somehumans aren’t human at all,despite how they appear.Humanity is what lives insidepeople,harbored beneath skin, flesh,and bone.

Our kiss eclipses all others, real, imagine, dreamed of. It is the beginning of time, it is the end of the ages.

A problem is really just a solution in need of a reason to exist. If you think about it, life would be kind of boring if it were completely free of friction.

…Every word an author writes causes ripples, like tossing a stone into a pond. And you don’t know where they’ll go, or who they’ll touch, or when they might come back to you. I think...

I Want to ShoutLeave me alone!What’s wrong with you?Don’t you remember who I am? Who you are?This is not a father’s love! I want to scream, Can’t you see what you are doing to me?...

Fireworks. Snowflakes. Sunstroke and frostbite. It was all that I could ask for and completely unexpected. I expected demands. He gifted me with tenderness. I expected ego. He let me experiment. I expected disrespect. He...

Anger is a valid emotion. It’s only bad when it takes control and makes you do things you don’t want to do.

When did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin?

in a woman’s womb.another chance.to make the world better.

In a woman’s womb another chance to makethe world a better place.

A word to the unwise.Torch every book.Char every page.Burn every word to ash.Ideas are incombustible.And therein lies your real fear.

It is hard to believe that something that seems so permanent was once so different. Change. I guess that really is one thing you can count on…

Sometimes,you don’t wake up.But if you happento, you know thingswill never bethe same.

Not even Carol knows firsthand how it feels to be hurt in such a way by someone who’s supposed to protect you

I love the way she feels inthe curve of my arm. I loveher unpretentious beauty,her intelligence, her nerve.But could I ever love her?The concept of falling in loveis completely foreign, somethingI can’t bring myself to...

Honesty. Sobriety. My virginity. No way to regain the first two, I almost gave away the last.

Have you everhad so much to saythat your mouth closed up tightstruggling to harnessthe nuclear forcecoalescing within your words?Have you everhad so many thoughtschurning inside you that you didn’tdare let them escapein case they blew...

Girls get screwed.Not that kind of screwed, what I mean is, they’re always on the short end of things.The way things work, how guys feel great, but make girls feelcheap for doingexactly what they beg...

Words have power. The power to soothe. The power to skewer someone through the heart. The power to render someone speechless.

Taking no chances means wasting your dreams..

When You Weren’t Looking…why….Can’t you…care…more…about…me.

…what good would it do toshutter your windows, neverdream of rainbows or find hopein promises? Why choose to walk awayrather than hold your groundand fight for love?

No one teaches you how to walk away from someone who you know loves you. NO one teaches you how to say good-bye.

Hurt. Enough to want to make someone else hurt too.

In my limited realm of experience, beginnings led to endings.

Funny thing about the monster. The worse he treats you, the more you love him.

Can a dream be wrong? Aren’t dreams God’s way of telling you things?

Nonfiction speaks to the head. Fiction speaks to the heart. Poetry speaks to the soul. It’s the essence of beauty. The essence of pain. It pleases the eye and the ear.

For a long while. Finally she says, I don’t believe in love. Not sure it really exists, but even if it does for some people, it won’t for me. She is serious. Then she lightens...