the industrial revolution threatened to take our bodies, but this age of information is out to take our minds and our souls.
I want to walk bare footed on the rocks of your soul.
"Can you imagine growing old with someone?" "Almost, but it's hard. Like imagining God."
"What would it feel like to walk on a cloud?" "Wet."
She never knew an ampersand could be a suicide weapon; but she killed herself the moment she said "I do".
People never understood it, but she swore that she saw all the colors of the human soul on the painfully white walls of the waiting room.
If you don't experience anything you can't write... but trust me, life is creativity's greatest enemy.
It's not even the fact that cancer could kill me-- it's those little blond spiders of hair circling the drain that keep me up at night.
--Julie, Christie, and Patti
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