I make ridiculous like I make damn sure nobody sees me when I do. I make it by hand and then I sell it on Etsy. Buy local.
I rose swiftly and struck him across the cheek, hard enough to make my palm sting. He gaped at me. 'I do not want your damned money. I want you to answer me.' Carefully, he fingered his jaw. There was something new and strange in his gaze, sharp, int...
The sound of your voice makes the chaos around me vanish. The smell of your hair calms my soul. The sight of your smile tames the wolf inside of me, and touching your skin…” He glanced at our joined hands. “Touching your skin makes the broken p...
I just have to make it to the Tuichi' I mumbled to myself, 'I just have to make it to the Tuichi'. Alone, deep in the jungle, so small and insignificant, pitted against nature, still I sensed someone was watching me. Or watching over me.Someone could...
Jane was my wicked stepmother: she was generous, affectionate and resourceful; she salvaged my schooling and I owe her an unknowable debt for that. One flaw: sometimes, early on, she would tell me things designed to make me think less of my mother, a...
Toasted almond pancakes. Sweet soft 'okays'. Makin' me laugh more in a few weeks than I have in decades. 'Yes, Daddys' I feel in my dick. The first voicemail you left me, babe. I saved it and I listen to it once a day. If I lose focus, I see you on y...
What we have here is a failure to communicate.
What doesn't kill me makes me story material.
Sometimes people call me a success for all the reasons that make me think I'm a failure.
It's okay for me to be gay, but God didn't make me that way.
Give me a couple of years, and I'll make that actress an overnight success.
There is something in me that makes me see things through.
See me once with love Make me alive.
This person they make me out to be irritates the hell out of me as well.
The matted straw cover of the latrine was yanked away. The sun blinded me as I looked up at the dark outline of two young soldiers in tattered camouflage, their uniforms made for men bigger than they were. They each held an automatic weapon, an AK-47...
Oh! my dearest love, why are our pleasures so short and so interrupted? How long is this to last? Know you, my best Mary, that I feel myself, in your absence, almost degraded to the level of the vulgar and impure. I feel their vacant, stiff eyeballs ...
It takes a lot of help - nature, friends, family, craftsmen - for me to make what I make.
I hope that they are finding satisfaction. I'm in no way making a judgment. I know it doesn't make me happy.
For me the voice is the most important, but making your singing believable makes a great performer.
People often ask me how I make things funny. I don't make things funny.
Being on stage makes me come to life. When all eyes are on you, they're watching every move you make.
