Stell*a:
The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.*
Stell*a:
I have always thought that stars turn into white birds in the morning light & sleep with their heads under their wings until the dusk begins to walk through the streets.*
Stell*a:
She kept asking if the stories were true. I kept asking her if it mattered. We finally gave up. She was looking for a place to stand & I wanted a place to fly.*
Stell*a:
If you hold on to the handle, she said, it's easier to maintain the illusion of control. But it's more fun if you just let the wind carry you.*
Stell*a:
Until you know that life is interesting - and find it so - you haven't found your soul. *
Stell*a:
travelling as fast in one direction as she can go before she has second thoughts & goes back to doing the same old stuff *