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

Have to Find…life…is…a—…gamble…after …all.

Have you ever had so many thoughts churning inside that you didn’t dare let them escape, in case they blew you wide open?

I think if love is real, and headed toward the altar, the sex part-within reason-can wait.

You were a summer gift, one I’ll always treasure. You were a dream I never wanted to wake up from. You opened my eyes to things I’ll never really see. You’re the best thing that...

The Screamingflashed me back to a timewhen mom and dad were still togetherif you could call miles apart together.

I don’t know449that much about the Bible, other than it waswritten thousands of years ago, which dilutesits relevance. However, I know its faithfulfollowers tend to cherry-pick verses to suittheir needs, the same way they cherry-pickwords...

Life was radical right after I met the monster.Later, life became harder, complicated.Ultimately, a living hell, like swimming against a riptide,Walking the wrong direction in the fast lane of the freeway, Waking from sweetest dreams...

God wasn’t love, couldn’t be love. Because for me, love was a corpse.

So you try to think of someone else you’re mad at, and the unavoidable answer pops into your little warped brain: everyone.

I wanted to meet the monster. Why go down if you can go up?

Faces…I…don’t…know…the real…me

I nod, because I do understand. I’m just not sure how to go about divorcing myself from the evil I’ve already accepted.

The truth is, I’ve always been afraid of letting anyone get too close. I built a wall around me, a barricade to hide behind those few times someone wanted entry to my heart.

Happiness, you see, its just an illusion of Fate, a heavenly sleight of hand designed to make you believe in fairy tales. But there’s no happily ever after. You’ll only find happy endings in books....

To all my readers. I don’t need my daughter’s okay to do anything. I was a writer before she was my daughter. The CRANK books were inspired by my desire to keep others from following...

Do you ever dangle your toes over the precipice, dare the cliff to crumble, defy the frozen deity to suffer the sun, thaw feather and bone, take wing to fly you home?

I thought he’d run if he knew. Instead, he offered help, not that I believed he could possibly help. I thought he’d turn his back, close his heart, slink away. Instead, he promised sanctuary.

Living means taking chances. Risks. Playing safe all the time is being dead inside, even if you happen to still be breathing.

DisappointmentCan do a couple things.It can drop you into a giantsucking sinkhole ofdepression,a place you have to fightto climb out of. Or itcan trigger an epicmaniato overcome the oddsand transform failureinto success. Say youswingas high...

I’ll Stay…leave…me….I’ll…follow…you.

LightThat’s how I feel-like the winter-fringedbreeze might scoopme up into its wings,flyaway with me trappedin its feathered embrace.I am a snowflake.A wisp of eiderdown,liberatedfrom gravity. My bodyis light. Ephemeral.My head is light.I want to swaybeneaththe...

I don’t believe in God, don’t believe in the devil. Unless you want to count my mother. She might be Satan’s sister, I suppose.

Real love finds you once, if you’re lucky.

We used to do coke, till “Just Say No” put the stuff out of reach. Now it’s crank. Meth. The monster. It’s a bitch on the body, but damn do you fly.

I wonder how long it would take him to realize I’m right as sin – it’s the rest of the world that’s wrong. I’m not even sure how I qualify for admission to Aspen Springs....

Something stirred beneath my skin, some being inside I’d only suspected existed, demon or angel, I couldn’t say.

Spilling a Secret What its size, will have varying consequences. It’s not possible to predict what will happen if you open the gunnysack, let the cat escape. A liberated feline might purr on your lap,...

In fact, since the accident, Mom doesn’t love anyone. She is marble. Beautiful. Frigid. Easily stained by her family. What’s left of us anyway. We are corpses.At first, we sought rebirth. But resurrection devoid of...

Innocence eroded into nightmare.All because of very bad touch.Love, corrupted.

It was the exact oppositefor me. At first all Iwanted was sex with her,but soon I wanted more.More sex, yes, in unusualplaces, and all different kinds.But that wasn’t all. I wantedher to fill the empty...

Me? Beautiful? I’m plain as cardboard. That may be how you see yourself, but the rest of the world would be hard to agree. You shine brighter than the Milky Way.Now there are those who...

It’s probably weird to think about an addiction like it’s a sentient being, but that’s how it feels. Like it’s something living inside you. Something you can’t get rid of because killing it means killing...

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