I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

The crime and not the scaffold makes the shame.

"Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes."

I've always been drawn to characters who are strong and independent.

Great things never came from comfort zones.