“I might never ride Corr again.I don't know who I am without him.”

“There was a rich old guy named John Donnelly who must have donated a bunch of money. He had forgotten his member card one day, and when I tried to explain that it was a four-dollar fee to enter without a card, he went batshit. "Don't you know who I am, goddammit?" I had never seen him before. "Do you know who I am?" I wanted to say. "Then how could I know who you are? We don't know each other.”

“I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.”

“I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.”

“I close my eyes and ride the mindless bliss. It's all I can do. Be. Feel. Live.I'm Pri-ya again.I always will be with this man.”

“I am like a leaf on a river, riding along the top of the water, not quite floating, not quite drowning. So I can't stop, and I can't control the direction I am going. I can feel the water, but I never know which way I am heading.But I might feel lucky this day and avoid the sticks and branches scratching and pulling at me. ”