For six months I couldn't sleep. With insomnia$$$ nothing's real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.

I still love him so much I'll hide any amount of conjugated estrogen in his food. So much I'll do anything to destroy him.

You're a different human being to everybody you meet.

I'm not sure what we're running from. Nobody. Or the future. Fate. Growing up. Getting old. Picking up the pieces. As if running we won't have to get on with our lives.

He that would make his own liberty secure must guard even his enemy from oppression; for if he violates this duty he establishes a precedent that will reach to himself.

If I do not believe as you believe$$$ it proves that you do not believe as I believe$$$ and that is all that it proves.

We have it in our power to begin the world over again.

All roads from Rousseau lead to Sade.

Those who expect to reap the blessings of freedom$$$ must$$$ like men$$$ undergo the fatigues of supporting it.

Live in the present$$$ remember the past$$$ and fear not the future$$$ for it doesn't exist and never shall. There is only now.