Loves gift cannot be given it waits to be accepted.

How could I be sleeping with this particular man.... Surely only true love could justify my lack of taste.

Being with her I feel a pain like a frozen knife stuck in my chest. An awful pain but the funny thing is Im thankful for it. Its like that frozen pain and my very existence are one.The pain is an anchor mooring me here.

I dont want to live I want to love first and live incidentally.

My mother used to tell me that when push comes to shove you always know who to turn to. That being a family isnt a social construct but an instinct.

Death cannot stop true love. Thats why its pointless for me to try to murder all my adoring female fans.

Im beginning to think that maybe its not just how much you love someone. Maybe what matters is who you are when youre with them.

I really dont even know you and yet in my life you are forever entangled to my history inextricably bound.

A first child is your own best foot forward and how you do cheer those little feet as they strike out. You examine every turn of flesh for precocity and crow it to the world. But the last one the baby who trails her scent like a flag of surrender through your life when there will be no more coming after--oh that s love by a different name.

Stains are even worse when youre the only one who can see them.