“Shards flew everywhere, slicing her hands, her forearm, and cascading to the floor like snow glistening on a winter morning.”

“As the sky faded to night, her anger dissipatedbut not in a healing way, just dulled, like forged iron sizzling in a cold pail of water.”

“Harsh, bitter laughs exploded from her like shrapnel, and she didnt care who was cut in the process.”

“Aggression like this demanded slinging the first punch in a bar brawl, firing rounds at a range, or setting a car on fire.”

“She glanced outside at the sky, filled with clouds and smog. All the pollution, all that helleven the stars didnt stand a chance.”

“As shed walked along this street, a million stars stretched across an indigo canvas, holding all the freedom shed yearned for every night.”

“Madness is freedom and some may only perceive its Insanity.”

“Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, runningthat's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the b...”

“Doing what you love is freedom. Loving what you do is happiness.”

“Saturday night is perfect for writers because other people have "plans.”

“Night is certainly more novel and less profane than day.”

“I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”