I'm a lazy writer. My idea of heaven is not writing. On the other hand, I'm obviously compulsive about it.
I chose and my word was shaken. So what? The choice may have been mistaken — the choosing was not. Just keep moving on...
Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering and it's all over much too soon.
Kindness consists in loving people more than they deserve.
Live every day like it's your last.
My country has contrived for me the most insignificant office that ever the invention of man contrived or his imagination conceived.
There can be no justice so long as rules are absolute.
I am not a sound bite person. I prefer to run at the mouth.
All literature is political.
It was because of this guy I had gone out with and had been really, really close with. I really loved him. I felt that he was my best friend. But he was a teenaged guy, and they don't think a lot of times. He mistreated me and then he came back. I couldn't even be friends with him for awhile. I cared about him, but it was just a situation where he kept trying to be friends with me, but I knew that he just wanted to be friends with me so he could have the option of making a move on me whenever he wanted to. And because I was so infatuated with him, and even in love with him, I was always available for that. It made me feel weak every time I would fall for that. And I would look forward to him making a move on me, but I knew that it was wrong. I knew that he was playing with me. And after awhile, I didn't even care anymore because I wanted him so much.