In The End, It Is My Belief,

The Beginning Is The Word And The End Is Silence. And In Between Are All The Stories.

Feminism Is Such An Incredibly Awkward Word For Us These Days, Isnt It? Not To Be Feminist Would Be Bizarre, Wouldnt It?

It Wasn't That [he] Believed In Religion, Or A God, Or An Afterlife. He Just Knew It Was Impossible To Feel This Much Love And For It To End.

Perhaps We Are On An Insula Ex Machina, An Artificial Place Not In The Real World At All -- A Backdrop For The Stories We Must Tell.

When I'm Writing, My Neural Pathways Get Blocked. I Can't Read. I Can Barely Hold A Conversation Without Forgetting Words And Names. I Wish I Could Wear The Same Clothes And Eat The Same Food Each Day.