If only we could crawl inside our dreams and live there. Why can't I live inside my dream?
The Cranes DanceWe are dancing on our irony as upon the top of glowing sparks.
The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934Living for beauty is all very fine, but it’s a hard regimen and burns up the heart very quickly.
Dancer from the DanceJesus' love for you far outweighs your expectations of Him.
Dancing with God: First Year Thoughts on the Loss of My DaughterYou know, we queens loathed rain at the beach, small cocks, and reality, I think. In that order.
Dancer from the DanceJoy is something we can’t manufacture. Joy happens to us not because of us.
Dancing with God: First Year Thoughts on the Loss of My DaughterStarting the morning without prayer is like starting a car without gas.
Dancing with God: First Year Thoughts on the Loss of My Daughter