How many people ask you to come share their life?.

She was not used to being cruel, but he had taught her how..

She was sitting cross-legged on her bed in her white kimono, writing in a notebook with an ink pen she dipped in a bottle. 'Never let a man stay the ….

Girls were born knowing how destructive the truth could be. They learned to hold it in, tamp it down, like gunpowder in an old fashioned gun. Then it….

I've been depressed many times in my life. But under it all I'm an optimist..

The stupid things you say in the rain, that can't ever be washed away..

A cliché is like a coin that has been handled too much. Once language has been overly handled, it no longer leaves a clear imprint..

A cliche is like a coin that has been handled too much. Once language has been overly handled, it no longer leaves a clear imprint..

I wish my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn't come apart..

When I read, I want to be fully transported to another place. I want to feel things, smell things..

A womans mistakes are different from a girls.

We have no home, she told me. I am your home..

What is a scene? a) A scene starts and ends in one place at one time (the Aristotelian unities of time and place-this stuff goes waaaayyyy back). b) ….

The night crackled ... Everything had turned to static electricity in the heat. I combed my hair to watch the sparks fly from the ends..

No matter how unappealing, each of them imagines he is somehow worthy..

I felt like an undeveloped photograph that he was printing, my image rising to the surface under his gaze..

Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battle ground..

I'm always gratified when I check something I've made up and discover that I've gotten it right. How can we imagine something that turns out to be tr….

We recived our colouring from the Norsemen,hairy savages who hacked their gods to pieces and hung the flesh from trees.We are the ones who sacked Rom….

She kissed me on the mouth. Her mouth tasted like iced coffee and cardamom, and I was overwhelmed by the taste, her hot skin and the smell of unwashe….

I wanted to hear what she was saying. I wanted to smell that burnt midnight again, I wanted to feel that wind. It was a secret wanting, like a song I….