If Aphrodite chills at home in Cyprus for most of the year, then Fez must be the goddess’s playground
Nobody, she felt, understood her-not her mother, not her father, not her sister or brother, none of the girls or boys at school, nadie - except her man.
Shakespeare had it right all along: Love will kill you in the end.
We travel with the same clan over and over again, from one life to the next, until some ultimate purpose is fulfilled and we no longer need to return.
For some, excavating the past isn’t an adventure, it’s more akin to tearing a Band-Aid off an open wound.
The things that come to us easily, our propensities, are carried on a deep subconscious level into our next life. There are no coincidences.
This is what I know about my parents. They spent the next several years trying to forget each other, and me.
Paradise is a state of being, more than just the name of a suburb or a home.
Come to think of it, maybe God is a He after all, because only a cruel force would create something this beautiful and make it inaccessible to most people
Women destroy me. I allow them to.
While America will always, I think, feel foreign to me, New York City is my home. This is where I can construct my own identity freely and reject labels imposed on me.
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