The trick. . .is to find the balance between the bright colors of humor and the serious issues of identity self-loathing and the possibility for intimacy and love when it seems no longer possible or sadder yet no longer necessary.

Sleep my little baby-ohSleep until you wakenWhen you wake youll see the worldIf Im not mistaken...Kiss a loverDance a measureFind your nameAnd buried treasure...Face your lifeIts pain Its pleasureLeave no path untaken.

I belong to the people I love and they belong to me--they and the love and loyaty I give them form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.

I am not an angel I asserted and I will not be one till I die I will be myself. Mr. Rochester you must neither expect nor exact anything celestial of me - for you will not get it any more than I shall get it of you which I do not at all anticipate.

I kept waiting for the part where Id finally know who I was some flashing neon moment of relief but it never came.

We are more than the person who wakes each day. We are the dreams of the previous night and the nightmares of the week before.

Will you let me go for Christs sake Will you take that phony dream and burn it before something happens

We are all a little schizophrenic. Each of us has three different people living inside us every daywho you were who you are and who you will become. The road to sanity is to recognize those identities in order to know who you are today.

The true definition of mental illness is when the majority of your time is spent in the past or future but rarely living in the realism of NOW.

Ive wanted to win at everything every day since I was a kid. And time doesnt change a person it just helps you get a handle on who you are. Even at age 41 I still hate losing--Im just more gracious about it. Im also aware that setbacks have an upside they fuel new dreams.