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My hatred gives me strength.
Never apologize. Never explain.
A fish has no concept of water.
What is real is always worth it.
The phoenix must burn to emerge.
My loneliness tasted like pennies.
Who can judge another man's suffering?
purification in fire. public cremation
A book's flaws make it less predictable.
Dawn tinted the darkness like water ink.
What happened to a dream without a dreamer?
A womans mistakes are different from a girls
A cliche is everything you've ever heard of.
There is no God, there is only what you want.
It's such a liability to love another person.
We have no home, she told me. I am your home.
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you
I kept sending out stories and getting rejected.
Love could never bloom in a concrete block room.
Crime novelists do really well with Los Angeles.
Dostoevsky was my literary idol for a long time.
Memory is the fourth dimension to any landscape.
How many people ask you to come share their life?
Take my advice. Stay away from all broken people.
I'm a fish swimming by...catch me if you want me.
Dawn has a way of casting a pall on any night magic.
like a kid kicked out of class. humiliated and free.
To know I was beautiful in his eyes made me beautiful.
Women writers specifically... are the ultimate outsiders.
The word rattled in my head like rocks in an oatmeal box.
You paid for every second of beauty you managed to steal.
I thought clay must feel happy in the good potter's hand.
She was not used to being cruel, but he had taught her how.
I've told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to.
Inside every human being, there is unlimited time and space.
Depression, suffering and anger are all part of being human.
What can she possibly teach you, twenty seven names for tears?
here, here is my dark world. you carry it for a change. im out
She’s never where she is,' I said. 'She’s only inside her head.
And I thought, there was no God, there was only what you wanted.
For she is my love, and other women are but big bodies of flame.
I have a hard time with abstractions. I always go to the personal.
We read so that we can be moved by a new way of looking at things.
I couldn't imagine owning beauty like my mothers. I wouldn't dare.
We strive for beauty and balance, the sensual over the sentimental.
echo, the death of a sound that had nowhere to go but to come back.
It's not that he was going nowhere, it's that he'd already arrived.
She laughed so easily when she was happy. But also when she was sad.
Women always put men first. That's how everything got so screwed up.
They say drugs are not the answer, but really, what is the question?