Although it is pleasant to think about poison at any season, there is something special about Christmas, and I found myself grinning.
I want to spend less time talking about myself, and more time listening to what other people have to say about me.
But besides that I was of an unforgiving disposition from my birth, slow to take offense, slower to forget it, and now incensed both against my companion and myself.
Give me a literary love that doesn't need words, that flows like silent water and speaks to the bone. There I lose myself in the fantasy.
It was amazing what I could remember about myself when I retraced my own steps.
I would have killed myself years ago if it weren't for the fact that I’m pretty sure death is the only thing more terrible than life.
You would rather face a life without me than to have me choose a life I would not choose for myself.
I had failed to make a gift of myself to God.
I felt myself being invaded through and through, I crumbled, disintegrated, and only emptiness remained.
I saw her face then, and I recognized something of myself in her expression. Her eyes flicked over the shelves, seeking possibilities for escape.
Crashing into the trembling void Stretching my hand to you Losing myself to frigid regret Is this fragile love A way To say Good-bye
Regarding both Misty and myself he was egotistical, rude, obnoxious, condescending, insensitive, and mean-spirited⎯and those are his qualities.
I will no longer wound myself with the thoughts and questions that have surrounded me like thorns: that is a penance You do not ask of me.
Your wit is always such a delight, Mr. Zeklos. I can barely contain myself around it.
It occurs to me that if I don’t sort myself out soon I will die of meaninglessness. That is the price of avoiding the things I find troubling.
There is no creation without tradition; the 'new' is an inflection on a preceding form; novelty is always a variation on the past.
How fast you go. You arrive at a conclusion much sooner than I would permit myself to do.
And when I raised myself to look at the man who’d spoken, I had a feeling of leaving my misery behind me there on the stone wall.
Can't you see? Every step I have taken, since I was that child on the bridge, has been to bring myself closer to you.
Everything seemed so unreal—so supernatural—and I had to remind myself that is was. We weren’t human. We never were. (Jessica)
I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.
