You never give away your heart; you lend it from time to time. If it were not so, how could we take it back without asking?

There is a thin line of me, wavering and not strong, that wants to learn the language of beasts and water and night.

When you follow a star you know you will never reach that star; rather it will guide you to where you want to go. ... So it is with the world. It will only ever lead you back to yourself.

I hate the word lesbian; it tells you nothing; its only purpose is to inflame.

There is no sense in loving someone you can never wake up to except by chance.

I have not gone forward or back in time, but across in time, to something I might have been, playing itself out.

To borrow against the trust someone has placed in you costs nothing at first. You get away with it, you take a little more and a little more until there is no more to draw on. Oddly, your hands should be full with all that taking but when you open them there's nothing there.