I wasn't thriving socially, so I stayed in my room and played guitar all the time.
I hated myself, but I also loved myself in a hateful way.
It’s one thing if a person learns you’re a witch. It’s quite another if he learns you’re a murderer. I almost forget I’m a witch now that I know I’m a murderer—murderess, actually. Murderess sounds so much worse.
You could at least complain,” I say. “I adore complaining. It calms the nerves.
A girl can have the face of an angel but have a horrid sort of heart.
I explained we lost the porch to the flood. Father hasn't gotten around to rebuilding it, although he's quite a good carpenter. He says if Jesus was a carpenter, its good enough for a clergyman. But I don't remember that Jesus let his house fall down.
That’s where proper stories begin, don’t they, when the handsome stranger arrives and everything goes wrong?
Never underestimate your power to change yourself.
Beginning of our conversation with Donald Trump, I made it very clear that Mexico will not pay for the wall.
Sometimes it just seems that love is not enough, does it?
For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst and provide for it.