Nothing Is As Bleak As

He Was Like A Song I'd Heard Once In Fragments But Had Been Singing In My Mind Ever Since.

The Prettiest Of Them All Is A Girl Who Is Pretty On The Inside.

Here's The Thing: This Eel Spends Its Entire Life Trying To Find A Home, And What Do You Think Women Have Inside Them? Caves, Where The Eels Like To Live...when They Find A Cave They Like, The Wriggle Around Inside It For A While To Be Sure That...well, To Be Sure It's A Nice Cave, I Suppose. And When They've Made Up Their Minds That It's Comfortable, They Mark The Cave As Their Territory...by Spitting.

Adversity Is Like A Strong Wind. I Don't Mean Just That It Holds Us Back From Places We Might Otherwise Go. It Also Tears Away From Us All But The Things That Cannot Be Torn, So That Afterward We See Ourselves As We Really Are.

If You Aren't The Woman I Think You Are, Then This Isn't The World I Thought It Was.