“It is my baby and if I want to bring it out to play again, I will.”

“Bring your love, baby, I could bring my shameBring the drugs, baby, I could bring my painI got my heart right hereI got my scars right hereBring the cups baby, I could bring the drankBring your body baby, I could bring you fameThat's my muthafucking word, tooJust let me muthafucking love you”

“Wanna go to bed and play doctors?” Chuckling, she punched his arm. “No, I don’t.”“Sorry, that was immature. How about playing gynecologists?” Again, she chuckled. “I would, but lunch is calling my name loud and clear.”“Baby, I’ll call your name as loud and clear as you want.”

“Dane was shaking his head firmly. "Don't bring it here, Ella. No babies."I gave him a dark look. "What if it were a baby polar bear or a baby Galapagos penguin? I bet you'd want it then.""I'd make an exception for endangered species," he allowed."This baby is endangered. It's with my mother.”

“I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.”

“I was tired in the evening yesterday. I felt drained by the last days outer conflicts. I felt separated from life. Suddenly I heard the wind blowing through the trees outside my open window, whispering a silent and playful invitation: "Do you want to play? Do you want to join the dance?" This playful invitation again joined my heart and being with the Existential dance. I was again in a silent prayer and oneness with life.”