Good art is in the wallet of the beholder.
That's what falling in love really amounted to, your brain on drugs. Adrenaline and dopamine, oxytocin and serotonin. Chemical insanity, celebrated by poets.
The dead do not hurt you; only the living do.
Only the forgotten are truly dead.
We dream our dreams, and sometimes they take us to places we never anticipate. But they are our dreams, and we go where they lead.
I was a writer first, and knew I'd be a storyteller at age seven. But since my parents are very practical, they urged me to go into a profession that would be far more secure so I went to medical school. But after practicing medicine for a few years, while raising two sons (with a husband who was also a doctor) I realized that combining medicine with motherhood was more of a challenge than I could handle. So I left medicine and stayed home. And that's when I once again picked up the pen and began to write.
The one man you most want to sleep with may be the worst choice of all.
When your blood is found at the murder scene, that's the end of the ball game, there's nothing more to say.
Sometimes just being on a beach with my loved ones is all the adventure I need. I am a happy camper and continue to be a citizen of the world. I have yet to discover other cultures, other peoples dreams and treasures. I will always be a traveler who is discovering beautiful Gaia.
I don't really have a realistic life. Anyway, I am a schizophrenic so there two persons in me. Because I am the person I put on for the public and the person that I am really. . . deep inside me. So I have to cover it all up with. . . glamour and all that bullshit. . . make-up. . . glamour, dresses, color, etc. , etc. . . . trying to hide a very. . . fragile person, really. . . very vulnerable to attack.
It's amazing what storms your face can hide, what terrible wrecks can writhe and heave beneath, without one ripple on the surface.