And When A Strong Man Is Sweet,

My Life's Been Too Much Of A Self-created Vocation. And There Are Times When I Think I've Done Everything In The Name Of Defiance.

How Can So Much Beauty Hide Such A Bruised And Steely Heart, And Why Must I Love Him, Why Must I Lean In My Weariness Upon His Irresistible Yet Indomitable Strength? Is He Not The Wizend Funeral Spirit Of A Dead Man In A Child's Clothes?

I Like To Read Things I've Read Before. It's Like Listening Over And Over To Your Favorite Song.

To Write Something, You Have To Risk Making A Fool Of Yourself.

I Can’t Help Being A Gorgeous Fiend. It’s Just The Card I Drew.