“I'm going to Hell in a basketWeaved in from my sinsLike wickerWith little Wiccan tiesAs if I'm a witchAccused”

“I'm going to Hell in a basketWeaved in from my sins,Like wickerWith little Wiccan tiesAs if I'm a witchAccused.”

“They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you bu...”

“In my work with hundreds of women over the past few years a theme has emerged: womens desperate, unquenchable desire to step into their power, countered by the fear of what will happen if they do. ...”

“the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.”

“Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can't strike them all by ourselves”

“Love, like fire, goes out without fuel.”

“She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire.”

“...and when I lift my head to scream out my fury, a million stars turn black and die. No one can see them, but they are my tears.”

“The bastard. How dare he? I was drowning in a fucking river that he was still attempting to save me from, and he was telling me he was going to push me back in and hold me under. My father's death ...”

“They tell me, shaking their heads:"You should be kinder. You are somehow furious".I used to be kind. It didnt last long.”