Such Fickle Days Of Love When Pain

So Much Of Young Adult Literature Has Turned Dark, Almost Pathological. It's Almost As If There Is A Race To See Who Can Be The Most Dysfunctional.

Feelings Can Be Like Wild Animals-we Underrate How Fierce They Are Until We've Opened Their Cage

In Your Hurry To Keep Christmas, You Have Forgotten Christmas. The Truest Gift Of Christmas Is The Gift Of Self.

The First Casualty Of Hitting Rock Bottom Is Vanity.

It's Our Memories That Make Us Who We Are. Without Them, We're Nothing. If That Means We Have To Hurt Sometimes, It's Worth It.